HOMEMADE CHILI
WARNING : ONLY Read This When You Are Able To LAUGH OUT LOUD
I went to Home Depot recently while not being altogether sure that
course of action was a wise one.. You see, the previous evening I had
prepared and consumed a massive quantity of my patented 'you're
definitely going to **** yourself' road-kill chili. Tasty stuff,
although hot to the point of being painful, which comes with a written
guarantee from me that if you eat it, the next day both of your butt
cheeks WILL fall off..
Here's the thing. I had awakened that morning, and even after two
cups of coffee (and all of you know what I mean) nothing happened.. No
'Watson's Movement. Despite the chillies swimming their way through my
intestinal tract, I was unable to create the usual morning symphony
referred to by my dear wife as 'thunder and lightning'.
Knowing that a time of reckoning HAD to come, yet not sure of just
when, I bravely set off for Home Depot, my quest being paint and
supplies to refinish the deck. Upon entering the store at first all
seemed normal. I selected a cart and began pushing it about dropping
items in for purchase.. It wasn't until I was at the opposite end of
the store from the toilets that the pain hit me.
Oh, don't look at me like you don't know what I'm talking about. I'm
referring to that 'Uh, Oh, ****, gotta go' pain that always seems to
hit us at the wrong time. The thing is, this pain was different. The
chillies from the night before were staging a revolt. In a mad rush
for freedom they bullied their way through the small intestines,
forcing their way into the large intestines, and before I could take
one step in the direction of the toilets which would bring sweet
relief, it happened. The chillies fired a warning shot.
There I stood, alone in the paint and stain section, suddenly
enveloped in a toxic cloud the likes of which has never before been
recorded. I was afraid to move for fear that more of this vile odour
might escape me. Slowly, oh so slowly, the pressure seemed to leave
the lower part of my body, and I began to move up the aisle and out of
it, just as a red aproned clerk turned the corner and asked if I
needed any help.
I don't know what made me do it, but I stopped to see what his
reaction would be to the toxic non-visible fog that refused to
dissipate.. Have you ever been torn in two different directions
emotionally? Here's what I mean, and I'm sure some of you at least
will be able to relate. I could've warned that poor clerk, but
didn't. I simply watched as he walked into an invisible, and
apparently indestructible, wall of odour so terrible that all he could
do before gathering his senses and running, was to stand there
blinking and waving his arms about his head as though trying to ward
off angry bees. This, of course, made me feel terrible, but then made
me laugh. .........BIG mistake!!!!!
Here's the thing. When you laugh, it's hard to keep things 'clamped
down', if you know what I mean. With each new guffaw an explosive
issue burst forth from my nether region. Some were so loud and echoing
that I was later told a few folks in other aisles had ducked, fearing
that someone was robbing the store and firing off a shotgun. Suddenly
things were no longer funny.. 'It' was coming, and I raced off through
the store towards the toilet, laying down a cloud the whole way,
praying that I'd make it before the grand explosion took place.
Luck was on my side. Just in the nick of time I got to the john,
began the inevitable 'Oh my God', floating above the toilet seat
because my *** is burning SO BAD, purging. One poor fellow walked in
while I was in the middle of what is the true meaning of 'Shock and
Awe'.. He made a gagging sound, and disgustedly said,
'Son-of-a-*****!, did it smell that bad when you ate it?', then
quickly left.
Once finished and I left the restroom, reacquired my partially
filled cart intending to carry on with my shopping when a store
employee approached me and said, 'Sir, you might want to step outside
for a few minutes. It appears some prankster set off a stink bomb in
the store. The manager is going to run the vent fans on high for a
minute or two which ought to take care of the problem.'
My smirking of course set me off again, causing residual gases to
escape me. The employee took one sniff, jumped back pulling his shirt
up to cover his nose and, pointing at me in an accusing manner
shouted, 'IT'S YOU!', then ran off returning moments later with the
manager. I was unceremoniously escorted from the premises and asked
none too kindly not to return.
Home again without my supplies, I realized that there was nothing to
eat but leftover chili, so I consumed two more bowls. The next day I
went to shop at Lowes. I can't say anymore about that because we are
in court over the whole matter. *******s claim they're going to have
to repaint the store.
WARNING : ONLY Read This When You Are Able To LAUGH OUT LOUD
I went to Home Depot recently while not being altogether sure that
course of action was a wise one.. You see, the previous evening I had
prepared and consumed a massive quantity of my patented 'you're
definitely going to **** yourself' road-kill chili. Tasty stuff,
although hot to the point of being painful, which comes with a written
guarantee from me that if you eat it, the next day both of your butt
cheeks WILL fall off..
Here's the thing. I had awakened that morning, and even after two
cups of coffee (and all of you know what I mean) nothing happened.. No
'Watson's Movement. Despite the chillies swimming their way through my
intestinal tract, I was unable to create the usual morning symphony
referred to by my dear wife as 'thunder and lightning'.
Knowing that a time of reckoning HAD to come, yet not sure of just
when, I bravely set off for Home Depot, my quest being paint and
supplies to refinish the deck. Upon entering the store at first all
seemed normal. I selected a cart and began pushing it about dropping
items in for purchase.. It wasn't until I was at the opposite end of
the store from the toilets that the pain hit me.
Oh, don't look at me like you don't know what I'm talking about. I'm
referring to that 'Uh, Oh, ****, gotta go' pain that always seems to
hit us at the wrong time. The thing is, this pain was different. The
chillies from the night before were staging a revolt. In a mad rush
for freedom they bullied their way through the small intestines,
forcing their way into the large intestines, and before I could take
one step in the direction of the toilets which would bring sweet
relief, it happened. The chillies fired a warning shot.
There I stood, alone in the paint and stain section, suddenly
enveloped in a toxic cloud the likes of which has never before been
recorded. I was afraid to move for fear that more of this vile odour
might escape me. Slowly, oh so slowly, the pressure seemed to leave
the lower part of my body, and I began to move up the aisle and out of
it, just as a red aproned clerk turned the corner and asked if I
needed any help.
I don't know what made me do it, but I stopped to see what his
reaction would be to the toxic non-visible fog that refused to
dissipate.. Have you ever been torn in two different directions
emotionally? Here's what I mean, and I'm sure some of you at least
will be able to relate. I could've warned that poor clerk, but
didn't. I simply watched as he walked into an invisible, and
apparently indestructible, wall of odour so terrible that all he could
do before gathering his senses and running, was to stand there
blinking and waving his arms about his head as though trying to ward
off angry bees. This, of course, made me feel terrible, but then made
me laugh. .........BIG mistake!!!!!
Here's the thing. When you laugh, it's hard to keep things 'clamped
down', if you know what I mean. With each new guffaw an explosive
issue burst forth from my nether region. Some were so loud and echoing
that I was later told a few folks in other aisles had ducked, fearing
that someone was robbing the store and firing off a shotgun. Suddenly
things were no longer funny.. 'It' was coming, and I raced off through
the store towards the toilet, laying down a cloud the whole way,
praying that I'd make it before the grand explosion took place.
Luck was on my side. Just in the nick of time I got to the john,
began the inevitable 'Oh my God', floating above the toilet seat
because my *** is burning SO BAD, purging. One poor fellow walked in
while I was in the middle of what is the true meaning of 'Shock and
Awe'.. He made a gagging sound, and disgustedly said,
'Son-of-a-*****!, did it smell that bad when you ate it?', then
quickly left.
Once finished and I left the restroom, reacquired my partially
filled cart intending to carry on with my shopping when a store
employee approached me and said, 'Sir, you might want to step outside
for a few minutes. It appears some prankster set off a stink bomb in
the store. The manager is going to run the vent fans on high for a
minute or two which ought to take care of the problem.'
My smirking of course set me off again, causing residual gases to
escape me. The employee took one sniff, jumped back pulling his shirt
up to cover his nose and, pointing at me in an accusing manner
shouted, 'IT'S YOU!', then ran off returning moments later with the
manager. I was unceremoniously escorted from the premises and asked
none too kindly not to return.
Home again without my supplies, I realized that there was nothing to
eat but leftover chili, so I consumed two more bowls. The next day I
went to shop at Lowes. I can't say anymore about that because we are
in court over the whole matter. *******s claim they're going to have
to repaint the store.
