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Because no conversation among folks who live, or have lived, in New Orleans is complete without discussing food...
Waitress: "Can I get you anything else?"
TWH: "Some hot sauce?"
Waitress: "Tabasco or Lousianne?"
TWH: "Lousianne, please."
The requested sauce delivered, TWH puts a dainty shake on her omlette. I proceed to dump about an ounce and a half onto my hash browns and breakfast burrito.
TWH: "Oh, right... Buffalo."
I managed to redeem my lack of speeding exploits by pimping out the ludicrous contents of my hot sauce rack.
Me: "I've got some Dave's Insanity, and some Blair's 2AM Reserve..."
PM: "They make stuff hotter than Dave's insanity?"
Me: "They make scarier shit than what I've got, and I'm afraid to open it. You don't fuck with hand-lettered, signed, wax-sealed shit with a Death's Head on the bottle. They figured out a way to make pure capsaicin crystals."
TWH: "Why would you do that? That's not flavor, that's just...."
Me: "... suffering."
Back at the house, I was whipping up a relatively mild pre-workout blend of creatine, Beta-alanine, and Muscle Pharm's Assault.
TWH: "You don't mess around with your pre-workout shakes."
Me: "This is just so I don't die after what I did yesterday. Yesterday's blend had the works, including some Watermelon Robitussin shit that... yes, tastes about like the face you're making."
Waitress: "Can I get you anything else?"
TWH: "Some hot sauce?"
Waitress: "Tabasco or Lousianne?"
TWH: "Lousianne, please."
The requested sauce delivered, TWH puts a dainty shake on her omlette. I proceed to dump about an ounce and a half onto my hash browns and breakfast burrito.
TWH: "Oh, right... Buffalo."
I managed to redeem my lack of speeding exploits by pimping out the ludicrous contents of my hot sauce rack.
Me: "I've got some Dave's Insanity, and some Blair's 2AM Reserve..."
PM: "They make stuff hotter than Dave's insanity?"
Me: "They make scarier shit than what I've got, and I'm afraid to open it. You don't fuck with hand-lettered, signed, wax-sealed shit with a Death's Head on the bottle. They figured out a way to make pure capsaicin crystals."
TWH: "Why would you do that? That's not flavor, that's just...."
Me: "... suffering."
Back at the house, I was whipping up a relatively mild pre-workout blend of creatine, Beta-alanine, and Muscle Pharm's Assault.
TWH: "You don't mess around with your pre-workout shakes."
Me: "This is just so I don't die after what I did yesterday. Yesterday's blend had the works, including some Watermelon Robitussin shit that... yes, tastes about like the face you're making."
