Cock Mix

There's this Jamaican soup mix, "Cock Mix." Austin & I love the stuff. It's a real thing. You can buy at some grocery stores and if you can't find it locally, Amazon carries multi-packs of it.

Several years ago at work, I was telling a co-worker that I wanted to make cock mix for dinner, but my thighs hadn't thawed.

This attracted more than one associate and manager's attention. So then I had to prove this was a real thing and our intercourse was perfectly innocent.

Well, this comes up every blue moon and how funny that was.

Austin and I haven't gotten to see much of each other lately because he's working second shift & I'm working first, so we made a point of going out to dinner together. After dinner at a restaurant, Austin knocked a full glass of water over and the water and ice splashed almost entirely into my lap. My legs were wet, my rear was wet. My shirt. Everything. And it was a bit nippy as this was on the late side, so I was freezing.

Me: Well, I was hoping to have a real cock mix tonight after we got home, since I've barely seen you and my loins have been aching, but now that my thighs are frozen, I guess not.

I continued to jibe Austin about this on the way home. His poor car, the seat was drenched from me sitting there.

Austin: It was an assident, accident.

Me: You're an assident.