Wednesday, July 10, 2002
I think it started with Melanie (it always seems to start with Mel). With her sharp (not unlike those of an eagle) eyes, she spotted them in the canned-foods (foods?) aisle at the Kroger in Starkville. Ah, yes, there they were, in their hideous splendor! "PORK BRAINS IN MILK GRAVY" proclaimed the red and green label. After the subsequent discussion, it was decided these were too funny (or so we thought at the time) to pass up, so they were purchased and brought home. Upon arrival at Stefanie's apartment the PBIMG were photographed and ridiculed and otherwise taunted. They later made a trip to the Commons (then the home of the other 3 Pablos).
And that's when the trouble began.
In no particular order, the following things happened: Stefanie cut her left thumb (aka the Subversive Digit), her eyes were burned by jalapeno juice, she ran into the (very hard, pointed) edge of the infamous futon (as a result of being blinded by the jalapeno juice). In her naivete, she thought these were random occurrences, but only later would she find out it was the CURSE OF THE PORK BRAINS.
Mandy would soon enough have her own bouts with misfortune after she made the foolish decision to throw the can of pork brains away. It was then decreed by none other than the wise Mel that remedial purchase was in order. So, one dark night (as opposed to the white nights we sometimes have in north MS), Stefanie and Mandy went forth to Kroger to purchase 3 cans of PBIMG and a bag of grapefruit. The insidious cans did not go unnoticed by the cashier, who could tell by our appearances that there were no plans for consumption of the swine encephalons. A comment was made, the resulting embarassment experienced, then we left the store and distributed the PBIMG to the various residences (one of which was in Biloxi, thus use of a special container for transport was called for) and placed so as to keep the curse at bay. These cans have not been removed from this service by any of the Pablos, for fear of certain misery.
And so the sordid tale ends.
Or does it?
Mel had the following thoughts:
"They cause you to forget the reason why they are sitting in your cupboard....then when you unexpectedly come across them - with no recollectable reason as to why such a monstrosity is presiding under the same roof as a sentient being such as we all are - you throw them out!!! And that is what they want....
...."On September 10th, 2001, Jim unassumingly tossed out the can of PBIMG sitting in the company break room at his office located in the World trade Center...."
