The chili oil on my hands from chopping chilis yesterday is still on my hands today.
I know this, because my fingers taste spicy. Also, I am a retard, and do not own any plastic gloves with which to chop chili in a safe and sane manner.
Saturday, October 30, 2004
my fellow luminaries:
St. Anthony of Padua Institute
Badtiming
Chaz
Chim Phynolds
Dan
Deirdre
Donzilla
Effortless
Erik
Jedno Pivo Prosim
John Baby
Liripipe
Mental Spelunkings
Nomikkh
Platypus
Portia
Queenie
Servate Te
Thomas
Wanton and Forlorn
Unordinary
pretty strange(rs):
Achewood
Bob the Angry Flower
Cat and Girl
Chase Me Ladies
Datawhat?
Eggpants
Explodingdog
grow-a-brain
hi monkey!
Kibo
octopusdropkick!
Obscure Store
Pokey the Penguin
Six Dates In
Tiny Mix Tapes
Weebl and Bob
2 Comments:
Usually I go ahead and rub my eyes like a moron, so as far as I can tell you’re ahead of the game with only the lingering taste as a reminder.
Two words for you, darlin': Lemon. Juice. Or just cut up some lemons, squeeze yerself some lem-o-nade and voila! All lemony fresh like the pretty princess you are. Trust me, I have worked in the F&B industry since I could WALK. This also works for bleach smell.
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