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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.
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?
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.
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.
Connie, isn't that what the NFL is for?
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.
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!!!
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.
You just know this stuff's gonna turn up on Fear Factor any day now.
Ultra-concentrated “16 Million Reserve” is the hottest science can make.
All I know for certain is that Lisa Welchel's kids had better watch thier mouths.
Hmm... the creators name is "Blair". Coincidence? I think not.
Okay, I wouldn't necessarily risk death for good flavour, but what's the point if it doesn't?
Right. No fugu for ita, check.