Spicy
Miles got out of bed this morning and realized he had left a couple of important things behind. Â We had to make a run back to the bedroom to get them.
M: Â Need purple cow.
A: Â Okay, we can get your purple cow.
M: Â And paprika.
A: Â Right. Â Paprika.
And, lo and behold, there was a little jar of paprika on the bedside table, which Miles grabbed and brought to the living room.
I guess you never know when you might run across some deviled eggs that need a little zip.
The regular or the smoked? Because the latter is marvelous.
DARE we ask why paprika was by the bedside?
Reminds me of the Family Guy episode, “No, no, you imbecile, that’s not talcum powder, it’s PAPRIKA! ARGH!”