with emmitt shrouded and put to rest in his pizza pop box coffin, i spent an hour chopping, mincing, pureeing, dicing, slicing and mixing ingredients for my culinary experiment. i never realized how much work there was to making a curry from scratch. i also need a zester because i somehow managed to zest half my thumb off along with the lime.
i have a feeling that dinner tonight is going to be a serious disaster, but i’m going through with it regardless. i’m just making sure that i have twenty bucks to order pizza, in case of emergency.
p.s. don’t ever try to masturbate after you’ve diced chilies.
oh. i hope that wasn’t the voice of experience.
OUCH.
Um… did I ever tell you my father in law’s story like that?
Well, sort of. He’d had spicy chile laden food, then went to the toilet, and proceeded to do this thing as men are wont to do. You can picture the tears that resulted yourself.
(And boy I hope he never reads this! ;))