My Neighbour Errol- Milkshakes

The other day I got a text from Errol. It said as follows:

“We are going to Stratford to hang with a friend. Kids are hungry so we stopped here. They serve milkshakes…I am THE most weak willed person on the planet.”

It was followed by this picture.

milkshake

Seems innocent enough. So he wants a milkshake. So what? What’s so bad about that? At worst, he’ll gain five pounds and then proceed to curse the heavens for his poor metabolism (oh wait…that’s what I do…).

why

Well, here’s the thing…Errol is lactose intolerant. Not the “I get a slight tummy ache when I drink  milk” type either. I’m talking about the “your bowels will liquefy and you will spend an hour on the toilet regretting ever being born” type.

Let's just say his poo isn't smiling anymore.

Let’s just say his poo isn’t smiling anymore.

You’d think after experiencing this even once Errol would avoid milk products like he avoids nature.

THIS is why he's never met totoro.

THIS is why he’s never met totoro.

And for the most part he does. Except when it comes to milkshakes.

Especially strawberry milkshakes

Especially strawberry milkshakes

If there is a milkshake on a menu, Errol will order it. Without fail. Every single time. And he will take great delight in drinking it. Every single time.

This is the before picture.

This is the before picture.

And then he will almost instantly regret it. Every. Single. Time.

And here was the after.

And here was the after.

And it’s not like he orders something like the extra small milkshake to lessen the impact on his digestive system. No, he always walks out with the largest milkshake possible fully knowing the horror that will follow.

The dairy doesn’t feel any better about it, I’m sure

The dairy doesn’t feel any better about it, I’m sure

It doesn’t matter if he has an entire two hour car ride to endure. It doesn’t matter if he has a concert or video shoot. He will down that milkshake like the world depends on it.

What is it about the milkshake that makes him lose all control? He can avoid ice cream and milk just fine. Is it because a milkshake is drinkable? Is it the taste? The consistency? Admittedly, they do look delicious but still…does that justify the horrible decision?

Looking at pictures of milkshakes makes me want a milkshake...

Looking at pictures of milkshakes makes me want a milkshake…

Now, perhaps I’m being unfair. We all do this after all, we all have things we are not allowed but we go for it anyway. My dad is diabetic and he has been known to overindulge during holidays. I as well have a mild allergy to hazelnuts but that doesn’t stop me from enjoying an entire jar of Nutella.

This is seriously how I eat it.

This is seriously how I eat it.

But there’s a difference between overindulging once or twice a year and getting an itchy mouth for a few hours and having your insides gutted out by a dairy bully on a monthly basis.

Again, maybe I’m being too hard on the guy, but then he feels the need to tell us about it. All of it.

For instance, during the incident in question I decided to go out for breakfast. This is what I was eating.

It’s allll made of delicious

It’s allll made of delicious

And this is the text I received shortly after receiving my food:

“Please. Pleeease help…soo smeary.”

He’s lucky that I’m not easily put off my food otherwise I would have had to kill him for ruining bacon.

BACON!

BACON!

There are many things that Errol can make me feel guilty about. This is not one of them. After he has his milkshake, as he is writhing in agony complaining like a five year old who ate too much candy, I am absolutely resolute in giving him zero pity. I tell him he’s an idiot and that I feel sorry for his wife who is responsible for cleaning their bathroom.

Maybe Errol should get her this as a christmas present!

Maybe Errol should get her this as a christmas present!

This does not stop him from ordering a milkshake next time he’s out. Nor does it stop him from texting about it. So instead this is a warning to you all. If you are out with Errol and he orders a milkshake, make sure he is not coming to your house after. Your plumbing will thank you.

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Posted on September 3, 2013, in My Neighbour Errol and tagged , , . Bookmark the permalink. 5 Comments.

  1. And at least with Errol’s milk allergy, it is him that is suffering, not those around him… Other milk allergeries are different. 2 hour car rides with no oxygen in the vehicle is bad..

    & you get an itchy mouth?! That must be annoying!

  2. My big allergy is peanuts, and on the very rare occasion that I consume something with peanuts in I tend to get constriction of the throat for a couple of days. Considering that I don’t like the taste of peanuts anyway, I tend to stay well clear of anything I know contains peanuts… Unfortunately, they do sometimes catch me unawares (seriously, if I never eat peanuts, why would I know a peanut cookie by sight?)

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