Welcome to story time - where the foreigners tell all their embarrassing stories.

While at Liberty, for some reason unbeknownst to me, certain friends of mine referred to me as "Story Time." Ok, so maybe I do know the real reason... basically, I could and was always telling some mad crazy and funny stories.  I personally liked how they called me "Mother Goose" one time, classic.


Back to my story.

Once upon a time, there was a girl named... um.... let's go with Kimberly, that sounds legit. And one day, Kimberly decided she wanted to go to the wonderful land of potato wedges, friends, quiz night, and English speakers.  Now that was a simple task as the wonderful English filled land of goodness was only a mere 10 minutes walk away.  The not so little anymore girl said to her studly husband, "Please! Can we?! Please say we can go mingle."  Her studly husband so lovingly replied that night with a simple, "Yes."  Little....er Big Kimberly was so excited to be leaving her not so big apartment and to feel the fresh air of Pforzheim blowing on her face. She and her studly husband briskly walked to this wonderful potato filled dream land one evening in search of laughter and English.  Plus, they really liked being able to forget that they were in Pforzheim for a little bit.   The boy and girl sat down and waited for their friends, who "promptly" arrived 30 minutes late...but that was okay because little girl Kimberly and big, studly boy, Steven, were too busy playing the quiz they had begun and sipping on Amaretto Sours.   The night went on and many laughs were shared. Right before leaving dream world, the worlds best waitress, came up with hot sauce for studly husbands, friends fries. Kimberly, thinking that it could be no hotter than Tabasco sauce decided to try some.  However, the waitress had repeatedly told her to only "take a dab" and her studly husband was pleading with her to only taste a little bit.  Poor little Kimberly should have listened.  Even though her fry only had a tiny bit of not from Jesus hot sauce on it, it was deadly.  Kimberly only got a drop on her tongue before throwing down the fry thinking that she was dying.  She was proclaiming to everyone that she has never had anything so hot in her life and grabbing her throat, when the worlds best waitress surely saved her life by rushing off to get little naive Kimberly some milk.

A few minutes later, the bar manager informed dying Kimberly that the hot sauce she had just tasted was imported and had a warning label on it.  Yikes.

But, even though she thought she was dying for a second, Kimberly has been proudly telling everyone how she bravely tasted the hottest sauce Pforzheim knows :-)

The End.