Read the label :lmao:

[sh4dowf4lcon]

vanilla ice cream is a must after eating habaneros...

 

[from zero]

You ain't had hot until you've had 'The Hottest Fuckin' Sauce.'

 

[ChefWide]

You ain't had hot until you've had 'The Hottest Fuckin' Sauce.'

Tell that to the growing puddle of molten brass under the smoldering hole in my desk chair.

 

[Becoming]

Oh, the flashes of white accross my vision is a bit disturbing...

Dude that is the best part... when you head is spinning and you can't see straight cause it was so hot you are doped up on your own endorphins...

Good times...

 

[ChefWide]

Dude that is the best part... when you head is spinning and you can't see straight cause it was so hot you are doped up on your own endorphins...

Good times...

I just had my third bowl of oats and fish balls covered with a kitchen spoon of this stuff.

I am on fucking FaaaaYAAAAAHHHHHH!!!

 

[Becoming]

I just had my third bowl of oats and fish balls covered with a kitchen spoon of this stuff.

I am on fucking FaaaaYAAAAAHHHHHH!!!

dude that is fuggin sick!

I put hot sauce on pizza, poak chops, the usual not any kind of animals nuts.... damn.

 

[ChefWide]

dude that is fuggin sick!

I put hot sauce on pizza, poak chops, the usual not any kind of animals nuts.... damn.

Kill the beast. With your own hands, rip out its entrails and cook it while the whisp of life remains behind its eyes. Then, and only then, are you a carnivore.

 

[Becoming]

Kill the beast. With your own hands, rip out its entrails and cook it while the whisp of life remains behind its eyes. Then, and only then, are you a carnivore.

Dude you are definitely high off that shit.... are you sure those were habanero peppers and not habanero mushrooms?

 

[strongsmartsexy]

at this whole thread.

Thanks guys. This made my morning. I'm still wiping tears of laughter from my cheeks.

Chef, dewd, get a new chair immediately! Oh, and send pics of the bustMcBroad from your office.

 

[ChefWide]

After three meals of Combusting Magnesium... the wind turned foul. I let go a gail of flatus so savage that even I said "Good Dog, Man, didst something secret itself amongst thine nethers and die?"

When you let go a real retina-creaser, don't you just hate when the really gruesome Melvina Van Hunchenhairlipp happens to come into your office?

I mean: the Chernobyl Salsa Cloud was in full bloom and she walked face first into her doom. The horror? Not that I crisped the ample nose hair farm on Mrs. Elevenfootpolemarks, no, not at all, but rather that she STAYED AT GROUND ZERO ON PURPOSE!¨She was reeling in an almost pre-orgasmic euphoria as she tippled her huge wodinload around my desk to check a stats poster I have up on the wall.

Even Mary Vonvondervest pales in his gag inducing smarminess next to someone who would lustfully swim in the thick, dank, musty realm of my whey isolate and habenero/fishballs laced stench.

She's fired.