So, Michael and I decided to throw a little spice into our relationship. A threesome, you might ask? Nothing so raunchy. An impromptu trip to the South of France? Nothing so glamorous. Let's go for...painful. Tear-inducing, even. If you guessed S&M, guess again. We quite literally added some spice! Habanero sauce, baby! I'm not even sure what exactly a habanero is, but you can sure as shit bet that I won't be putting it in my mouth again any time soon.
So, the story: Boy and girl go out to dinner. Boy orders a sammich which had a sauce forbodingly called "habanero hellfire." Boy gamely digs into sammich, only to immediately begin sweating, sniffling, and gulping down Girl's water. Girl decides she's got nads as big as Boy's, and so bites into sammich too. Girl's eyes immediately water, and steam shoots out of her ears and nostrils. Boy laughs at her until his pain overcomes him. Boy and girl realize that they are drawn closer in their physical discomfort. And that they are dumb as hell for eating habanero hellfire.
Next time, I'll just take the whips and chains, please. Cat-o-nine tails, anyone?
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