You know it's a good night out with your buddies when one of them ends up puking as the evening draws to a close. You're probably thinking, that guy probably had too much to drink that night. Guess again.
A friend of mine got a deep fryer as a present this past Christmas. This can only lead to one thing. All you can eat deep fried night. We had one of those a few weekends back and it was a sight to behold. We had deep fried wontons, onion rings, chicken wings, steamed buns with the sweetened condensed milk as a dipping sauce (double yum) amongst many items that we were gonna deep fry. Every bite squeezed out oil. It was greasy and it was oh so good.
This got us thinking, WHAT ELSE could we deep fry? EVERYTHING tastes good deep fried! Even spoons! Our imagination ran wild. Hulkamaniac wild. We listed out gummy bears, MARS bars, apples and oranges (We rationalized in the end it wouldn't work cause there was too much water), steak, pizza pops, pizza dough, entire pizzas, chocolate, ice cream, bannnas, dim sum, thin hot pot meat slices, pig intestines, sushi, and yes, even Admiral Ackbar...he is one giant calamari after all. We must devise a clever plan to trap him first. He's good at sensing traps. That last suggestion was mine and mine alone.
At the very end of it all, we were pretty grossed out by all the crap we ate. There was so many leftovers but we all felt so gross and bloated. We wanted no part of it. The honeymoon was over. Our love for all things deep fried has ended. We wanted a divorce, regretting every bite we took that night. We never wanted to see anything deep fried ever again in our life time. At approximately 2:30 am in the morning, the host of the party that evening had enough.
He puked. Like a BOSS!
It was a good time to call it a night after that. The very next day I woke up hungry and wished I packed some of the leftovers home. Life is full of regrets.
