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This was posted on Planetsand by Biggjim. Just thought I would share,

 

 

INEXPERIENCED CHILI TASTER

 

Notes from an inexperienced chili taster named Frank, who was visiting Texas

from Boston:

 

"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 directions to the beer wagon when the call

came. I was assured by the other two judges (Native Texans) 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. Here are the scorecards from the

event:"

 

 

 

Chili # 1: Mike's Maniac Mobster Monster Chili

 

JUDGE ONE:

A little too heavy on tomato. Amusing kick.

JUDGE TWO:

Nice, smooth tomato flavor. Very mild.

FRANK:

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.

 

 

 

Chili # 2: Arthur's Afterburner Chili

 

JUDGE ONE:

Smoky, with a hint of pork. Slight jalapeno tang.

JUDGE TWO:

Exciting BBQ flavor, needs more peppers to be taken seriously.

FRANK:

Keep this out of 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.

 

 

 

Chili # 3: Fred's Famous Burn Down the Barn Chili

 

JUDGE ONE:

Excellent firehouse chili! Great kick. Needs more beans.

JUDGE TWO:

A bean less chili, a bit salty, good use of red peppers.

FRANK:

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.

 

 

 

Chili # 4: Bubba's Black Magic

 

JUDGE ONE:

Black bean chili with almost no spice. Disappointing.

JUDGE TWO:

Hint of lime in the black beans. Good side dish for fish or

other mild foods, not much of a chili.

FRANK:

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?

 

 

 

Chili # 5: Linda's Legal Lip Remover

 

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.

FRANK:

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!

 

 

 

Chili # 6: Vera's Very Vegetarian Variety

 

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.

FRANK:

My intestines are now a straight pipe filled with gaseous, sulfuric inferno

flames. I pooped 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

butt with a snow cone!

 

 

 

Chili # 7: Susan's Screaming Sensation Chili

 

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 moment. I should note that I am worried about Judge Number 3. He appears

to be in a bit of distress as he is cursing uncontrollably.

FRANK:

You could put a grenade in my mouth, pull the pin, and I wouldn't

feel a damn thing. I've lost the 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 poop 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

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