Mello made him eat it. Shamed in into it by telling him that the Kiwi and the Ozzer both ate it.
Of course, I didn't help, I ate a portion of it right in front of him. Because I like it.
Then I spilled coffee all over the booth and the pressure was off.
FYI, folks, Zoomie is mixing TWO different visits together in this story.
In the first, I'm hung over and basically willing to give scrapple a shot because they said it was like cornbread and pig parts mixed together, which sounds a lot like boudin (tasty!). It's in Baltimore, at the little diner around the corner from Zoomie's house. Mello and Ed are both there, and we're sitting at a table.
In the second, Zoomie is hung over, and we've just been shopping at a Goodwill in Philly; Zoomie found fleece, and he was excited about it. We go to a denny's, Zooms orders coffee and, within 20 seconds, has spilled it all over the table. That time, I have pancakes. Only Mello is there, and we're sitting at a booth.
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Like yours. Only different.