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Re: More and more funnies.. vol: something...
« Reply #1825 on: August 30, 2018, 07:54:24 »
If you can read this whole story without laughing, then there's no hope for you. This is an actual account as relayed to paramedics at a chili cook-off in New Mexico.
Note: Please take time to read this slowly. If you pay attention to the first two judges, the reaction of the third judge is even better.
For those of you who have lived in New Mexico, you know how true this is. They actually have a Chili Cook-off about the time Halloween comes around. It takes up a major portion of a parking lot at the Santa Fe Plaza.
Judge #3 was an inexperienced Chilitaster named Frank, who was visiting from  Gering, Nebraska. 
Frank: "Recently, I was honored to be selected as a judge at a chili cook-off. The original person called in sick at the last moment and I happened to be standing there at the judge's table, asking for directions to the Coors Light truck, when the call came in. I was assured by the other two judges (Native New Mexicans) that the chili wouldn't be all that spicy; and besides, they told me I could have free beer during the tasting, so I accepted and became Judge #3."
Here are the scorecard notes from the event:
Judge # 1 -- A little too heavy on the tomato.   Amusing kick.
Judge # 2 -- Nice, smooth tomato flavor.   Very mild.
Judge # 3 (Frank) -- Holy crap, 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 New Mexicans are crazy.
Judge # 1 -- Smoky, with a hint of pork.   Slight jalapeno tang.
Judge # 2 -- Exciting BBQ flavor, needs more peppers to be taken seriously.
Judge # 3 -- Keep this out of the reach of children.   I'm not sure what I'm 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 # 1 -- Excellent firehouse chili.   Great kick.
Judge # 2 -- A bit salty, good use of peppers.
Judge # 3 -- 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 ****-faced from all of the beer.
Judge # 1 -- Black bean chili with almost no spice.   Disappointing.
Judge # 2 -- Hint of lime in the black beans.   Good side dish for fish or other mild foods, not much of a chili.
Judge # 3 -- I felt something scraping across my tongue, but was unable to taste it.   Is it possible to burn out taste buds?   Sally, the
beer maid, was standing behind me with fresh refills.   This 300 lb. Woman is starting to look HOT...  Just like this nuclear waste I'm
eating!    Is chili an aphrodisiac?
Judge # 1 -- Meaty, strong chili.    Jalapeno peppers freshly ground, adding considerable kick.   Very impressive.
Judge # 2 -- Chili using shredded beef, could use more tomato.   Must admit the jalapeno peppers make a strong statement.
Judge # 3 -- 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 the pitcher.   I wonder if I'm burning my lips off.   It really ticks me off that the other judges asked me to stop screaming.    Screw them.
Judge # 1 -- Thin yet bold vegetarian variety chili.   Good balance of spices and peppers.
Judge # 2 -- The best yet.   Aggressive use of peppers, onions, garlic.    Superb.
Judge # 3 -- My intestines are now a straight pipe filled with gaseous, sulfuric flames.    I crapped on myself when I farted, and I'm
worried it will eat through the chair.   No one seems inclined to stand behind me except that Sally.   Can't feel my lips anymore.   I need to wipe my butt with a snow cone.
Judge # 1 -- A mediocre chili with too much reliance on canned peppers.
Judge # 2 -- Ho hum, tastes as if the chef literally threw in a can of chili peppers at the last moment. I should take note that I am worried about Judge #3.   He appears to be in a bit of distress as he is cursing uncontrollably.
Judge # 3 -- You could put a grenade in my mouth, pull the pin, and I wouldn't feel a 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 to match my 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 # 1 -- The perfect ending, this is a nice blend chili.   Not too bold but spicy enough to declare its existence.
Judge # 2 -- This final entry is a good, balanced chili.   Neither mild nor hot.    Sorry to see that most of it was lost when Judge #3 farted, passed out, fell over and pulled the chili pot down on top of himself.   Not sure if he's going to make it.   Poor fella, wonder how he'd have reacted to really hot chili?
Judge # 3 -- No report.
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Re: More and more funnies.. vol: something...
« Reply #1826 on: September 14, 2018, 10:59:40 »
While riding my Harley, I swerved to avoid hitting a deer, lost control and landed in a ditch, severely banging my head.

Dazed and confused I crawled out of the ditch to the edge of the road when a shiny new convertible pulled up with a very beautiful women who asked, "Are you okay?"

As I looked up, I noticed she was wearing a low cut blouse with cleavage to die for...

"I'm okay I think," I replied as I pulled myself up to the side of the car to get a closer look.

She said, “Get in and I’ll take you home so I can clean and bandage that nasty scrape on your head.”

"That's nice of you," I answered, but I don't think my wife will like me doing that!

"Oh, come now, I’m a nurse," she insisted. "I need to see if you have any more scrapes and then treat them properly."

Well, she was really pretty and very persuasive.  Being sort of shaken and weak, I agreed, but repeated, "I'm sure my wife won't like this."

We arrived at her place which was just few miles away and, after a couple of cold beers and the bandaging, I thanked her and said, "I feel a lot better but I know my wife is going to be really upset so I'd better go now."

"Don't be silly!" she said with a smile, while unbuttoning her blouse exposing the most beautiful set of boobs I’ve ever seen. "Stay for a while.  She won't know anything.  By the way, where is she?"

"Still in the ditch with my Harley, I guess."
Never Congratulate Yourself In Victory, Nor Blame Your Horses In Defeat - Old Cossack Expression