About 10 years ago, when I was little miss nightlife, I was feeling rather ragged one morning, and so for the first and what turned out to be last time, I ordered a double-shot of wheatgrass juice. Before I could get out of the store, I was sweating; my heart was pounding, and I had to try very hard not to vomit right there in Erewhon.
"Oh, those were the toxins coming out of you," some pinhead later told me. Toxins my ass; what the hell does that even mean, "toxins"? I will posit that we are not supposed to ingest the equivelant of a lawn in one go.

Posted by: nancy at June 15, 2005 7:34 AM

wheatgrass juice is unbelievably vile. I can't believe that stuff still sells.

Posted by: Lena-doodle-doo at June 15, 2005 7:41 AM

I'd rather eat a lawn chair.

Posted by: Amy Alkon at June 15, 2005 9:15 AM

I'll have a double order of facehugger aliens, hold the grits.

Posted by: Alan at June 15, 2005 9:28 AM

Alan, hilarious.

Posted by: Charlie at June 15, 2005 10:45 AM

I had a similar experience with Wheat Grass. Took my stomach a week to get back to normal. And the taste... blech!!!

Posted by: Goddyss at June 15, 2005 12:48 PM

I'm almost sure I never ate or drank wheatgrass, as I'd certainly remember the experience according to Nancy's description; I don't even know where to find it on the picture. But the pickled peperoni in the middle look pretty tasty to me.

Or are these the facehuggers Alan ordered? No, get away from me, I'm not afraid to use my AARGH :-)

Posted by: Rainer at June 15, 2005 4:31 PM

I don't get it.

Posted by: diana dosen't get it at June 15, 2005 8:46 PM