The first chili sauce to qualify as a WMD.
Maybe even the first condiment!
I try not to eat anything that could potentially put me in the hospital.
Word. One should not have to sign a waiver for hot sauce.
I'm not sure how old he is, but I heard him use the word 'newfangled' one time, so he's gotta be pretty far gone.
Dawn ,'Beneath You'
What Happens in Natter 35 Stays in Natter 35
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
Jessica - May 09, 2005 9:07:43 am PDT #2443 of 10001
And then Ortus came and said "It's Ortin' time" and they all Orted off into the sunset
Cashmere - May 09, 2005 9:08:51 am PDT #2444 of 10001
Now tagless for your comfort.
Creator Blair Lazar, 35, specialises in “extreme food” in New Jersey, US.
Mmm...I think maybe Blair should be required to eat his creation bare-handed until he has to pee. Then, he'd be free to go.
§ ita § - May 09, 2005 9:08:55 am PDT #2445 of 10001
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.
I try not to eat anything that could potentially put me in the hospital.
Well, not if it didn't taste good. I mean, this sounds like a pain issue, not a flavour one.
Okay, I wouldn't necessarily risk death for good flavour, but what's the point if it doesn't?
Nutty - May 09, 2005 9:09:16 am PDT #2446 of 10001
"Mister Spock is on his fanny, sir. Reports heavy damage."
I always vaguely suspected that hot sauce was some kind of cruel joke. Now I know I was right. (Not a fan of capsaicin in any format or concentration.)
I was wondering last night, is there a point at which a ball game can be called for weather other than precipitation? I mean, snow, rain, okay. But what about wind? (Which was up to 19 mph yesterday, swirling from L to R, or not, depending on the moment.) Like, okay, 60 mph winds, and you might have lawn chairs from the neighborhood become a hazard, but what if it's only 30 mph, and the only effect is to completely screw up the pitchers? There's got to be a point after which it becomes impossible to locate a ball from 60.5 feet away into a bushel-sized basket.
Connie Neil - May 09, 2005 9:10:36 am PDT #2447 of 10001
brillig
When men aren't able to go hunt mammoths with each other, they turn to other ways of proving which one of them is toughest.
Honestly, a few good mammoth hunts with spears and loincloths would burn off a lot of excess testosterone.
Nutty - May 09, 2005 9:11:36 am PDT #2448 of 10001
"Mister Spock is on his fanny, sir. Reports heavy damage."
Connie, isn't that what the NFL is for?
Jesse - May 09, 2005 9:11:51 am PDT #2449 of 10001
Sometimes I trip on how happy we could be.
I love hot sauce, and don't think Tobasco is really hot enough a lot of the time, BUT that much pain? Um, no thanks.
In iTunes news, my "fun" playlist does, in fact, turn out to be fun. You're welcome.
Jesse - May 09, 2005 9:13:02 am PDT #2450 of 10001
Sometimes I trip on how happy we could be.
When men aren't able to go hunt mammoths with each other, they turn to other ways of proving which one of them is toughest.
Oh yeah, I was going to say that, too. People that are into this kind of thing should get a job that's physically dangerous for a while, and see if they still need the EXTREEEEEEME FOOD!!!
Fred Pete - May 09, 2005 9:13:21 am PDT #2451 of 10001
Ann, that's a ferret.
Honestly, a few good mammoth hunts with spears and loincloths would burn off a lot of excess testosterone.
Even if they didn't find any mammoths.
Jessica - May 09, 2005 9:13:49 am PDT #2452 of 10001
And then Ortus came and said "It's Ortin' time" and they all Orted off into the sunset
You just know this stuff's gonna turn up on Fear Factor any day now.