You know, there are few things I have experienced in life that hurt more than getting jalapeno juice on my dick.
It looks and feels like I tried to fuck a volcano.
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You know, there are few things I have experienced in life that hurt more than getting jalapeno juice on my dick.
It looks and feels like I tried to fuck a volcano.
I'm always curious how one would get jalapeno juice on a dick if not for curiosity factor.
I was cutting and coring a few dozen jalapenos to make poppers this evening.
I washed my hands three times, thinking that was enough to be safe. I then went pee. About 5 minutes later I noticed a tingling feeling, which quickly turned into JESUS CHRIST MY FUCKING DICK IS ON FIRE!
I call this medical condition "jalapenis".
Dunk your dick in milk.
Next time, wear nitrile/latex gloves.
i've chopped up habaneros and rubbed my eye over 12 hours later and felt a slight burn. pepper oil isn't something to fuck with. pun intended.
Is anyone else watching 60 Minutes? Is anyone else finding it hard to take the subject seriously due to the fact that they keep saying "fraking?"
Well I accidently knocked my laptop over it and hit the ground. Now it will turn on, but the loading screen won't come up and it just makes some weird noises. Great....:sad: :|
You wrecked the hard drive, it seems. Hope you didn't have any important data on it...
I saved a lot of the data on a flash drive. But I imagine that many of my lists that I didn't save will end up being lost. Guess I'll have to make up that Top 20 Westerns list again.
Watched a fair bit from the Tina Fey Mark Twain prize for American Humor thing. Laughed a whole lot.
A guy I knew casually in California had his mother disappear three years ago.
Every few months I run a google search to see if she was ever found, and she never has been. I get all cold every time I check-- I can't imagine anything worse than not knowing what happened.
People who call within 5 seconds of sending an e-mail annoy me greatly. If I'm at my phone, that means I'm at my computer, which means I will see your e-mail and if I was going to put off doing whatever you need done to continue with something more important, the passive-aggressive act of calling me before I even have time to read your e-mail will only delay you getting what you want.
True. In conjunction with this it drives me up a wall when someone sends you an email with detailed information that will take some time to read, analyze, and respond to, and they're on the line while your opening it and expect a response right then and there.
Up and die.
Also I hate voice mails. If the people sending them have text messages, then shoot me one of those. Sure I don't like texts, either, but at least I don't have to go into my voicemail to listen to some stupid message that could have already been sent to me in text form.
Funny thing about advertising/marketing companies: it's one field where you can be given better assignments based on your attractiveness and it would be a totally valid business move.
More companies are advocating naps at work.
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Helps that I don't really get tired at work. I don't even wake up tired or sore at all.
Memory foam. Seriously.
Memory foam is incredible and it's seriously cut down on my back problems.
But I still think a twenty-minute nap after lunch would be delicious.
It doesn't help that I'm totally sick right now and sleeping 10-11 hours a night. Blessed, blessed sleep.
I'm officially divorced.
I'm glad that you can put this behind you now. Closure is good.
High five, D.