On Hamburger Helper, and cunnilingus

This is completely unrelated to the following story, but I don't understand my complete inability to wear fishnets without destroying them. I bought two pairs at The Sock Man on Sunday, nude and black. This morning, I put on the nude for the first time. Rip 1: I got them stuck in the zipper of my skirt as I put it on. Rip 2: I was walking down the stairs of the subway and got them stuck in the zipper of the boot on the opposite foot. I'm a mess. Anyway, on to my story.

I had a friend in high school that loved Hamburger Helper. He also loved going down on girls. This is how he compared the two:

Going down on a girl is like someone putting a giant bowl of Hamburger Helper in front of me with one spoon.

I told Mrs. F and Julie that story one day as we drove to meet HH and two of his friends for a hike. Julie thought it was hysterical. Mrs. F thought it was fascinating. We went. We hiked. We drank some beer. We got ready to go home. HH invited us over for more beer. We went. We drank more beer. Julie and I decided it was time to go home, and attempted to collect Mrs. F. She decided to stay. Later, HH called me and accused me of telling Mrs. F and Julie about the Hamburger Helper analogy. He told me he and Mrs. F had a long discussion about Hamburger Helper, which apparently ends in cunnilingus more often than not.

Mrs. F never mentioned being a vegetarian.

A side note. HH could also blow smoke out of his left eye. Great party trick.