I went and tired to conquer the level ten curry at CoCo Ichibanya last night.
Level 9 left me shivering and in a state of near hallucination. I braced myself for the coming storm.
Like the typhoon that never hit, the promises of blindingly spicy food also did not. I cannot attest to what happened in the kitchen, but my tastebuds may be so dead at this point I cannot register the pain.
I will do it again and hope.
This is the second in the past week where I consumed dairy products and quickly found myself running to the bathroom. This is most disheartening as a world without cheese and ice cream of various varieties is not a world I yearn to be a part of anytime soon.
I am, as they say in France, le sad.
So yesterday, I ate some horse.
Raw horse, of course. And it was delicious!
My one friend asked me a while back whether or not I also thought the milk we drink every day at school kinda tasted like corn on the cob.
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Damn, he’s right.
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It’s still delicious.
I’m not one to often link to other blogs or sites on piddling news. But my brothers and sisters, today I have stumbled across the pinnicale moment of mankind. Where we go from here I cannot tell you.
But I have seen God. And it is good.
Guess who’s getting diarrhea for Christmas this year!
Well, I found ‘em tonight. And all I can really say is fuck. Fuck yes. They are spicy. They are tasty. God bless.
