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11/22/2011 5:00:14 AM EDT
My cousin sent me this. If this doesn't make you laugh then you're dead.



TEXAS CHILI





 


If you can read the whole story without tears of laughter running down your cheeks then there's no hope for you.


 


 


NOTE: Please take time to read this slowly. If you pay attention to the
first two judges, the reaction of the third is even better.  For those
of you who have lived in Texas, you know how true this is. They actually
have a Chili cook-off about the time the rodeo comes to town. It takes
up a major portion of the parking lot at the Astrodome.  The notes are
from an inexperienced chili taster named Frank, who was visiting Texas
from the East Coast:


 


 


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 directions of
two judges (Native Texans).  They said 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 # 1:  A little too heavy on the tomato. Amusing kick.


Judge # 2:  Nice, smooth tomato flavor. Very mild.


Judge # 3: (Frank): Holy shit, what the hell is this stuff?


You could remove dried paint from your driveway. It 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 # 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.


 


CHILI # 3: FRED'S FAMOUS BURN DOWN THE BARN CHILI Judge # 1: Excellent firehouse chili. Great kick. Needs more beans.


Judge # 2: A bean less chili, 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 shit-faced from all of the
beer.


 


CHILI # 4: BUBBA'S BLACK MAGIC


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 barmaid,
was standing behind me with fresh refills. That 300-lb. lady 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 # 1: Meaty, strong chili. Cayenne peppers freshly ground, adding considerable kick. Very impressive.


Judge # 2: Chili using shredded beef, could use more tomato.  Must admit the cayenne 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 pisses me off that the other judges asked me to
stop screaming.  Screw those rednecks.


 


CHILI # 6: VERA'S VERY VEGETARIAN VARIETY Judge # 1: Thin yet bold
vegetarian variety chili. Good balance of spices and peppers.


Judge # 2: The best yet. Aggressive use of peppers, onions, and garlic. Superb.


Judge # 3: My intestines are now a straight pipe filled with gaseous,
sulfuric flames. I shit 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. She must be kinkier than I thought. Can't feel my lips anymore.
Need to wipe my ass with a snow cone.


 


CHILI # 7: SUSAN'S SCREAMING SENSATION CHILI 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 like shit to
match my shirt.  At least during the autopsy, they'll know what killed
me. I've decided to stop breathing, its 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.


 


 


CHILI #8: TOMMY'S TOE-NAIL CURLING CHILI 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, balance chili. Neither mild nor
hot. Sorry to see that most of it was lost when Judge # 3 passed out,
fell over and pulled the chili pot down on top of himself.  Not sure if
he's going to make it.  Poor dude, wonder how he'd have reacted to
really hot chili.