Spaghetti Feathers

Felicia and I went to the store today to buy Spaghetti O's and when we got home, were very anxious to eat them. Make note of the fact that our cans were of the variety with chopped up pieces of hotdogs. As I sat there dispensing the tomatoey goods into my mouth, I made the disastrous mistake of skimming over the ingredients list. If you don't know what hotdogs consist of, I feel it's in your best interest to not look into it."Mechanically separated chicken" I read out loud, to which Felicia responded with an explanation. "They thrown the chicken into a machine that takes out all bones and feathers and stuff." This lead us into a vividly disturbing conversation about whether or not we would be able to notice a finely chopped piece that was overlooked during processing. Needless to say, this resulted in my upchuck reflexes being in overdrive for the next 30 minutes or so. So anyway, fast forward a few hours later. We are sitting in our room getting ready to watch a movie when she spots a furry mass on the floor. "Is that hair?" she askes. "No," I say " It's a feather from your fucking Spaghetti O's!!"

To make it even better, I had been considering eating my other can of Spaghetti O's. I reconsidered for a moment before realizing that the remaining can had meatballs, not chopped up hotdogs. "There's no chicken in beef, right?" I ask. Derrr. Why do I get the feeling that I'm never gonna live this one down?