I was out a weekend ago with a good friend of mine (boot-clad friend, if that tells you anything) and we were enjoying a quiet evening at a favorite sushi restaurant in the east village. She was enjoying a copious amount of wasabi, the hot mustard-like play dough served with sushi. I'm not a fan of wasabi at all, it's too intense and for me distracts from the taste overall of the sushi itself, but others do enjoy it.
As I was enjoying my avocado rolls, my thoughts began to drift to what was going to go on after dinner (after all, I was buying so if it comes out of my pocket, it comes out of my pants) and a horrifying thought crossed my mind: Wasabi in the urethra.
If any guy out there has ever made the mistake of masturbating with shampoo, you'll understand what I mean. If you haven't, let's just say that there are worse fates than death, and there should be warning labels on shampoo, and having sex with the band-whore scenster isn't the only way to experience a "burning sensation".
Wasabi in the urethra could be devastating, and the mere thought of it along with the painful shampoo memories caused me to have a seizure. When I came to, I went home and drew this strip, as a warning to those out there with wasabi-eating dates.
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