That's definitely one for the books Kevin. We'll played Sir, well played!
I would LOVE to get my hands on some of that chili, it sounds great.
I too have had some similar experiences. I once ate a small can of jalapeño cheese dip. The next day I was seated in a very small and tightly packed classroom when the SBD's began to chamber and release. I sat quietly and patiently awaiting the crowds reaction. As normal it began with the crinkling of the nose and the "OH!" sounds. It then progressed to coughing which is when I began to lose it. It all culminated when one girl's coughing fit progressed to the point of her vomiting. As I'm sure you know, once one person let's loose it's not long until others too lose control. Needless to say that I was unfairly removed from that class and not given the opportunity to educate my mind any further.
Of course then there was this time at my local "Beer, Shot, Punch-In-The-Face" type of bar. I hadn't been feeling well due to a small bender of a weekend that I had been on. Of course on top of the alcohol my diet consisted of bar counter hot bologna and pickled eggs. You know the diet, we've all been there at one point. So of course I feel the grumbling in my stomach and know that this isn't going to be pleasant. I enter the restroom at this upstanding establishment and begin to drop my drawers while bent over at the waist. Well that must have put pressure on my bowels as it let loose in a standing and bent over position. Well it hit the backside of the tank and ricochetted up the wall and onto the ceiling. I promptly cleaned myself and walked right out the door and headed home. About a half hour later I got a call from the owner who asked me what in the world happened and had I been the culprit. I proceeded to tell him that the last person that I saw go in there was a guy by the name of Stubbs, he was a local guy who just happened to be a midget, or small person if you prefer. I then told him that if I were him I'd call the State Police to send over a ballistics expert because anyone with that type of problem should be considered dangerous.
I was at a swap meet once, checking out a whole display of rods, reels, and gear.... lots of pushing and shoving seemed to be taking place among the many guys around that table.......All of a sudden the dreaded "Cloud" .....everyone else fled for their lives.. My buddy looks over at me with a $hit Eatin' grin on his face and says that worked good huh!
Gene
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As a survivor of Doemaster's gastic distress I can tell you he has the ability to alter weather patterns. The guy should have a WHMIS label on his butt.
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TPM wrote:As a survivor of Doemaster's gastic distress I can tell you he has the ability to alter weather patterns. The guy should have a WHMIS label on his butt.
TPM wrote:As a survivor of Doemaster's gastic distress I can tell you he has the ability to alter weather patterns. The guy should have a WHMIS label on his butt.
Kevin, is it you that is attracting BEARS to BooFest with that attractant.
Boo, best more Kevins camping spot further to the south and east (down wind).
Tom
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Way before cell phones and back in the day -- they used to have enclosed phone booths for pay phones and there was usually a line of people waiting to use the phone--- airports were great for such enclosed spaces--- not that I would ever do such a thing but when one finished their call and the next impatient caller was giving you the stink eye cause they were an "important person" and had to make a "very important" call and you were obviously taking to long on your call ---- twas great to leave a bomb in the phone booth and watch that important person enter the phone booth and close the door --- look on their face --------priceless to say the least --- just smile wave and walk away.