Images of Evil Homer keep coming back to my head. In my post chili hangover induced haze, the stench of the aftermath really doesn't bother me all that much. I never did find the guatemalan insanity pepper I was looking for, so I didn't see the coyote, or the turtle that became a pyramid. But it was good. Everyone who's looking for the recipe, its here. My site is a little lonely. I'm not a good designer, or graphic artist like our captain, or miss b. I also don't want to do the whole 'martial artsy website' like Mr. Real Ultimate Power. Oh well. It'll just be a scratchpad for a while longer.
My girlfriend scared the bajeezus out of me last night. I walked up to the door, expecting to make a nice relaxed chicken and salad dinner for the two of us. I was going to nurse a bottle of wine while I waited for the chicken to marinate and her to get home. Instead, the lights are all off, and its dark and quiet inside the apartment building. I put one key into the lock and turn it. I put the second key in the lock and turn it. I put the third key into the lock and turn it. Door opens slowly... and AAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!! HIIIYYYAAA!
I break into my best impresssion of Chris Tucker in a combination of his Fifth Element and Rush Hour appearances. It was sorta like seeing a ghost. She'd been doing that to people all day. Maybe she saw dead people.
you know, i never cook, but i think i'm going to give that chile a shot. that is a damned interesting recipe.
by kd at March 6, 2002 2:43 PM
Sweet. I've done my job then.
by quicksilver at March 6, 2002 2:59 PM
Rock! That ninja website is hosted at my alma mater, UCLA. Go Bruins! :P I haven't laughed so hard in weeks.
by jean at March 6, 2002 8:14 PM