Oh, you know you’re reading this because I’m Too Much Information Timmy.
I taste-tested this hot sauce yesterday. Do you need another trigger warning for the aftermath?
Nah, I’m okay, but seriously, I know some may not want to read this.
I will be delaying further my video review of Yucateco. I can give you two reasons: The in, and the out.
Maybe it was letting the sauce sit on my tongue when I was trying to sense just how picanté Yucateco is. The middle of my tongue is literally sore. Yup, going to let that critical organ rest and recover.
There are no cramps nor indigestion. Though, when I defecate, well. Picanté on the way in, picanté on the way out. Can still feel a certain tingle around my anus. Oooh, me, dancing around it. MY ASS WAS ON FIRE.
And I wouldn’t have it any other way. Not a secret that I’m a physical masochist in addition to being an emotional masochist.
Definitely also letting that critical nerve-sensitive orifice rest. After all, if you don’t poop, you’re full of shit.
Most of my friends are depressed. I know almost no one who is happy. I hope you find something today that makes you smile. I have Star Trek, hot sauce, and my four cats. (And Pandora occasionally playing Elvis Presley.)