Hot Sauce..
To start off the story of yesterday I'll quote from Birneys entry.
The hot sauce from firehouse subs = death in liquid form.
Our plan: Bring cups of the sauce to school, give them to people who think they can take it, and watch as they try to hold back the inevitable tears. It was a great idea, and it worked for awhile. Many students were tagged and couldn't help but cry. Even some teachers went down. Jason and I saw Mr. Tangney in the hall, and he tried a dab on his pinky. He ran back to his office crying. Mr. Taylor, the big guy, thought he could handle it, and after three seconds was screaming at his T.A. for water. Not that it helps, but it was the funniest thing. Later, in Ms. Rowland's classroom, where all the cool people eat lunch, I grabbed a bunch on my finger and smeared it on jason's neck. It obviously was pretty painful, because he wasn't very happy.
Then, John got hot sauce in his eye and had to go down to the nurse, so I'll take over from here.
Before physics class, during lunch, is when I had my shot at the stuff. I literally started tearing like Rosie O'Donnell after she's lost her t-bone. It was HOT AS HELL. Damn. I got double rations of chocolate milk during lunch. Since, if you drink water it only makes the spice worse. People dont know this. And that is why they are stupid. Drink milk and eat bread. That'll kill the spice. After a few minutes of putting my throat and tounge through hell, I was alright. Then Alex took some. He dunked his whole pinky in it, he got a big ass load of the stuff. He could hardly talk. It was hilarious. Then he started shaking. His mouth still hurts today. Good stuff. Then, in the table behind us, people thought it'd be cool to scratch them selves and then rub the sauce on the skin. They were in tears. It was hilarious, as if I havent emphasized it enough.
In class Yang was giving the death sauce to anyone who thought they were man, or woman enough to take the stuff. He gave some to Luke, who took it pretty well at first, but then he's like "whoa, this stuff is hot" proceeded by some dry coughing. He gets progressivly worse. All the while Yang is pissing himself with laughter, as is everyone else. Then Taylor took some. Pretty much the same reaction, though he did get chocolate from Yang to ease the pain. Jessica's turn was next. She took some on her finger, and before her finger even left her mouth she was coughing pretty violently. She ended up going to the nurse since Burguionon was afraid for her. She's fine, though. This stuff is literally liquid death. The rest of class was a hack fest of people coughing their brains out.
Then, when I thought the fiasco was over, Smooha im'd me at like 10ish that night telling me that Yang im'd him saying "oh man, I just scratched my balls and I had some of that hotsauce on my hand...it hurts!!!"
I kinda feel bad for the big lug. But, then I remember that he's the one who offered it to me. So suffer, Yang.
That has to be one of the funniest days ever.
Anyways, moving on..
Today was pretty good.
Just as I suspected, College Alg will be a cinch. Our first test is on Wednesday and I can do this stuff blindfolded with both hands tied behind my back. yeah.
Then APE was pretty cool, too. We got back our The Metamorphosis tests today. I did much better than I expected. 94. I thought that I did considerably bad since I secondguessed myself quite a bit. But, hey, I did good. And I have a pretty decent grade in that class, too. Its a pretty cool class, I'm actually enjoying an English class. Who the hell am I? Whoa..
APP was meh. I should start doing my homework. Since the test is on Friday. And I should get my notebook in line, too.
Band is band is band. Bliss. We're sounding alright. Still gotta long ways to go. But, gosh. People need to learn to respect the student leaders. We're busting our asses to make the band as good as possible, and people still take advantage of us. Its very frusterating. If I could just take all those idiots and give them a good whack on the head. BAM. Then maybe they'll pay some attention to what I've got to say when we're doing sectionals and marching technique stuff. I hate when people dont listen.
Then I got gas on the way home. Almost 20 fricken bucks for 7-8 gallons. Its atrocious. Oh well, good thing I get good milage. THANK GOD, I cant imagine driving an SUV. It'd be another hole in the head watching the price ticker go up. Geeze...
I've been listening to LOTS of Relient K this week. They f#(%ing rock!
May the force be with you,
-Tom
The hot sauce from firehouse subs = death in liquid form.
Our plan: Bring cups of the sauce to school, give them to people who think they can take it, and watch as they try to hold back the inevitable tears. It was a great idea, and it worked for awhile. Many students were tagged and couldn't help but cry. Even some teachers went down. Jason and I saw Mr. Tangney in the hall, and he tried a dab on his pinky. He ran back to his office crying. Mr. Taylor, the big guy, thought he could handle it, and after three seconds was screaming at his T.A. for water. Not that it helps, but it was the funniest thing. Later, in Ms. Rowland's classroom, where all the cool people eat lunch, I grabbed a bunch on my finger and smeared it on jason's neck. It obviously was pretty painful, because he wasn't very happy.
Then, John got hot sauce in his eye and had to go down to the nurse, so I'll take over from here.
Before physics class, during lunch, is when I had my shot at the stuff. I literally started tearing like Rosie O'Donnell after she's lost her t-bone. It was HOT AS HELL. Damn. I got double rations of chocolate milk during lunch. Since, if you drink water it only makes the spice worse. People dont know this. And that is why they are stupid. Drink milk and eat bread. That'll kill the spice. After a few minutes of putting my throat and tounge through hell, I was alright. Then Alex took some. He dunked his whole pinky in it, he got a big ass load of the stuff. He could hardly talk. It was hilarious. Then he started shaking. His mouth still hurts today. Good stuff. Then, in the table behind us, people thought it'd be cool to scratch them selves and then rub the sauce on the skin. They were in tears. It was hilarious, as if I havent emphasized it enough.
In class Yang was giving the death sauce to anyone who thought they were man, or woman enough to take the stuff. He gave some to Luke, who took it pretty well at first, but then he's like "whoa, this stuff is hot" proceeded by some dry coughing. He gets progressivly worse. All the while Yang is pissing himself with laughter, as is everyone else. Then Taylor took some. Pretty much the same reaction, though he did get chocolate from Yang to ease the pain. Jessica's turn was next. She took some on her finger, and before her finger even left her mouth she was coughing pretty violently. She ended up going to the nurse since Burguionon was afraid for her. She's fine, though. This stuff is literally liquid death. The rest of class was a hack fest of people coughing their brains out.
Then, when I thought the fiasco was over, Smooha im'd me at like 10ish that night telling me that Yang im'd him saying "oh man, I just scratched my balls and I had some of that hotsauce on my hand...it hurts!!!"
I kinda feel bad for the big lug. But, then I remember that he's the one who offered it to me. So suffer, Yang.
That has to be one of the funniest days ever.
Anyways, moving on..
Today was pretty good.
Just as I suspected, College Alg will be a cinch. Our first test is on Wednesday and I can do this stuff blindfolded with both hands tied behind my back. yeah.
Then APE was pretty cool, too. We got back our The Metamorphosis tests today. I did much better than I expected. 94. I thought that I did considerably bad since I secondguessed myself quite a bit. But, hey, I did good. And I have a pretty decent grade in that class, too. Its a pretty cool class, I'm actually enjoying an English class. Who the hell am I? Whoa..
APP was meh. I should start doing my homework. Since the test is on Friday. And I should get my notebook in line, too.
Band is band is band. Bliss. We're sounding alright. Still gotta long ways to go. But, gosh. People need to learn to respect the student leaders. We're busting our asses to make the band as good as possible, and people still take advantage of us. Its very frusterating. If I could just take all those idiots and give them a good whack on the head. BAM. Then maybe they'll pay some attention to what I've got to say when we're doing sectionals and marching technique stuff. I hate when people dont listen.
Then I got gas on the way home. Almost 20 fricken bucks for 7-8 gallons. Its atrocious. Oh well, good thing I get good milage. THANK GOD, I cant imagine driving an SUV. It'd be another hole in the head watching the price ticker go up. Geeze...
I've been listening to LOTS of Relient K this week. They f#(%ing rock!
May the force be with you,
-Tom