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Notes From An Inexperienced Chili Tester Named Bob Goodwin who was JUDGE ONE: A little too heavy on tomato. Amusing kick. JUDGE TWO: Nice, smooth tomato flavor. Very mild. BOB: Holy shit, what the hell is this stuff? You could remove dried paint from your
driveway. Took me two beers to put the flames out. I hope that's the worst one. These
Texans are crazy. JUDGE ONE: Smokey, with a hint of pork. Slight Jalapeno tang. JUDGE TWO: Exciting BBQ flavor, needs more peppers to be taken seriously. BOB: Keep this out of the reach of children I'm not sure what I am supposed to taste
besides pain. I had to wave off two people who wanted to give me the Heimlich maneuver.
They had to rush in more beer when they saw the look on my face. JUDGE ONE: Excellent firehouse chili! Great kick. Needs more beans. JUDGE TWO: A beanless chili, a bit salty, good use of peppers. BOB: Call the EPA, I've located a uranium spill. My nose feels like I have been
snorting Drano. Everyone knows the routine by now get me more beer before I ignite.
Barmaid pounded me on the back; now my backbone is in the front part of my chest. I'm
getting shit-faced from all the beer. JUDGE TWO: Hint of lime in the black beans. Good side dish for fish or other BOB: I felt something scraping across my tongue, but was unable to taste it, is it
possible to burnout taste buds? Sally, the barmaid, was standing behind me with fresh
refills; that 300 lb. Bitch is starting to look HOT just like this nuclear waste I'm
eating. Is chili an aphrodisiac? JUDGE ONE: Meaty, strong chili. Cayenne peppers freshly ground, adding considerable kick. Very Impressive. JUDGE TWO: Chili using shredded beef, could use more tomato. Must admit the cayenne peppers make a strong statement. BOB: My ears are ringing, sweat is pouring off my forehead and I can no longer focus my
eyes. I farted and four people behind me needed paramedics. The contestant seemed offended
when I told her that her chili had given me brain damage, Sally saved my tongue from
bleeding by pouring beer directly on it from a pitcher. I wonder if I'm burning my lips
off? It really pisses me off that the other judges asked me to stop screaming. Screw those
rednecks! JUDGE ONE: Thin yet bold vegetarian variety chili. Good balance of spice and peppers. JUDGE TWO: The best yet. Aggressive use of peppers, onions, and garlic. Superb. BOB: My intestines are now a straight pipe filled with gaseous, sulfuric flames. I shit
myself when I farted and I'm worried it will eat through the chair. No one seems inclined
to stand behind me except that slut Sally, She must be kinkier than I thought. Can't feel
my lips anymore. I need to wipe my ass with a snow cone! JUDGE ONE: A mediocre chili with too much reliance on canned peppers. JUDGE TWO: Ho Hum, tastes as if the chef literally threw in a can of chili peppers at
the last BOB: You could put a grenade in my mouth, pull the pin, and I wouldn't feel a damn thing. I've lost sight in one eye, and the world sounds like it is made of rushing water. My shirt is covered with chili which slid unnoticed out of my mouth. My pants are full of lava-like shit to match my damn shirt. At least during the autopsy they'll know what killed me. I've decided to stop breathing, it's too painful. Screw it, I'm not getting any oxygen anyway. If I need air, I'll just suck it in through the 4-inch hole in my stomach.
JUDGE ONE: A perfect ending, this is a nice blend chili, safe for all, not too bold but spicy enough to declare it's existence. JUDGE TWO: This final entry is a good, balanced chili. Neither mild or hot. Sorry to see that most of it was lost when Judge Number 3 passed out, fell over and pulled the chili pot down on top of himself. Not sure if he's going to make it. Poor Yank, wonder how he'd have reacted to a really hot chili? |
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