two things:
every time you tell your girlfriend you'll spend the evening with her after work it gets amazingly warm, calm winds, and sunny sky the second you confirm it, and then the next 4 days are fucking disgusting outside.
fucking ate this wing sauce at the bar last nigth that was called 'Death', you have to sign a liability waiver before you can eat it... I fucking shattered it against the advice of the bar tender, assuming it was bitch made hot sauce like every other bar i've ever been too.. big mistake. The second i lick the globs of it off my fingers and swallow my death saturated wing, I feel the heat start to spread across my lips, within 10 seconds my eyes are watering (basically crying) my ears are ringing and my throat feels like i chugged boiling water and then washed it down with tobasco sauce. I fucking trip out and down a shitload of beer to combat my throbbing esophagus, probably took like 20 minutes to even feel like i could eat anything.
the worst part of this entire thing is that all day my guts felt a little shabby, sort of like you got a fucking mad deuce waiting at the gate. when i finally finish the job i the full definition of the ring of fire. pretty sure there was blood on the toilet paper.