I visited one of my favorite websites earlier today, Start Sampling. I always enjoy perusing the recipes and save the best ones. There are also helpful hints every day and one caught my eye: Chapped Lips.
Now, that's an affliction I seldom suffer from, but it reminded me of being a teenager and having chapped lips. (maybe from kissing my girlfriend a little too vigorously and for an extended period of time the night before). I was applying some cherry flavored ChapstickTM and my dad noticed.
"Whattya doin'?" he growled. "Puttin' on yer lipstick?"
With a typical teenage look of disdain at him, I told him I had chapped lips and they hurt.
"No sense in wasting good money on that." he told me. "Sumpthin' else works much better." "What's that?" I asked him.
"Chicken 'manure'." he said. (to be honest, he didn't say "manure".)
"Ewwww." I said in reply, shaking my head in disbelief.
"Will keep ya from lickin' your lips." he said with a deadpan, straight face.
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