When you make a big pot of chili for dinner, and when your husband dices up a serrano pepper to add to his chili for a little extra kick, you would do well to remind him to wash his hands before he goes tinkle after dinner.
“Goodness, gracious! My balls are on fire!”
Audubon Ron
Thursday, 27 September, 2007 at 18:42That ain’t nuttin, believe you me, poison oak never goes dormant, not even in the dead of winter, even though your neighbor has convinced you it does, at which point you’ve already crossed the threshold, taken your shirt off and scratched your balls a few time while CUTTING IT DOWN! MUTHA-FUCKA.
Leslie Dillinger
Thursday, 27 September, 2007 at 20:18When I used to bartend on Sunday brunch, I would have to make bloody mary mix. The first time I did it I rubbed my nose and right eye after cutting a serrano. Holy Jesus! I had to snort milk to get the sting out. It was not pleasant.
DMM
Friday, 28 September, 2007 at 0:47YIKES!!
dawn224
Friday, 28 September, 2007 at 2:01My ex once rubbed his eyes after cutting peppers.
The memory still brings me tears…
OF JOY!
(sorry bought yer balls there Ron)