I purchased some Hmong sausage at the local Asian food store (we have
a large Hmong population here).

I have fixed it before, so it was nothing new to me, but the other
times I had used it was in small bits in a gumbo.

I got the bright idea to grill it this time and serve it on buns.

The heat in my mouth did not really bother me, but what it did to my
___hole the next day almost brought tears to my eyes. I was wishing
that I had a bidet. Instead after certain functions were completed I
got into the tub.

I'll go back to using it for flavoring, not for the meal.

On Jul 6, 12:58 pm, (Adam) wrote:
> I purchased some Hmong sausage at the local Asian food store (we have
> a large Hmong population here).
>
> I have fixed it before, so it was nothing new to me, but the other
> times I had used it was in small bits in a gumbo.
>
> I got the bright idea to grill it this time and serve it on buns.
>
> The heat in my mouth did not really bother me, but what it did to my
> ___hole the next day almost brought tears to my eyes. I was wishing
> that I had a bidet. Instead after certain functions were completed I
> got into the tub.
>
> I'll go back to using it for flavoring, not for the meal.

I got this burrito called, "the Sizzler" in Joplin, Missouri, at a
place called, "Casa Montez." I am a capsaicin addict, but this thing
wasn't even food. It was pure punishment. It tore me up, inside and
out.

Burritos in Chicago are dangerous for me too because I put so much of
the hot stuff in the ketchup bottles on them. Heaven going in. Hell
coming out.

--Bryan