Is fear a factor for you?

So we decided to mess with the new-and-super-annoying-high-pitched-voice girl today at work. She's nice but seriously, imagine a combination of Fran Drescher mixed with an out of tune violin and some nails on a chalkboard...that's what this girl's voice sounds like. That and the fact that she likes to hear herself talk just about makes me want to slam my head in the walk-in door repeatedly just to drown out the sound.

So, we decided to play our own little initiation version of "Fear Factor". Granted we didn't have emperor scorpions, mutilated monkey butts, or hang gliding into a lake full of deadly pirahnas...but we have lots of food that when mixed together is pretty freakin' disgusting.

We began by slyly asking her what foods she can't stand. We all participated so it seemed we were just making conversation. We'd ask questions and she answered...so clueless the poor thing. Then we set out to make our concoction.

If you are interested, here's what it consists of:

1 little tub of creamer
1 squirt of canned whipped cream
1 table spoon of pesto
1 tablespoon of balsamic vinaigrette
8 sliced onions
3 anchovies
4 lima beans
1 teaspoon of ricotta cheese
a dash of tabasco
1 teaspoon of capers
a dash of fennel
1 teaspoon of the oil from a can of smoked oysters

Put in blender and set to "puree". Pour in a large glass, garnish with a straw and a black olive, and serve to poor unsuspecting new girl.

Ok, so we told her what we were doing but didn't tell her what was in it. Said we'd all done it (which was true except for me...I didn't have to be "initiated") and told her she only had to take 2 gulps.

Funniest shit I've seen all day.