Dusty of the Iron Stomach
So today was Erica's last day at work, and she was complaining that we didn't bake her a cake. So I giggled and said "Kenny! Let's make her something!" So we pulled things off the shelves to make her a lil disgusting treat. It ended up being a piece of fry bread, with swiss cheese, covered in grated carrot, with a face on it made of bell peppers and pieces of lemon...topped with habanero sauce. It made your eyes sting just standing near it. Erica refused to touch her cake.
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So of course I ate it. I thought I was going to die. My mouth would not stop burning. I got Kenny and Erica to make me a milkshake to try to stop it, which I ate too fast. So now my mouth is burning, nose is running, ice cream all over my face, and I've got an ice headache. After a while I felt quite ill. But I ate it. I ate the whole thing. ph34r me!
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So of course I ate it. I thought I was going to die. My mouth would not stop burning. I got Kenny and Erica to make me a milkshake to try to stop it, which I ate too fast. So now my mouth is burning, nose is running, ice cream all over my face, and I've got an ice headache. After a while I felt quite ill. But I ate it. I ate the whole thing. ph34r me!