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hot-sauce Sorry Guys Your Favorite Hot Sauce is Bad!!!

Edmick said:
Son, there are people here that have spilled more sauce than you've eaten.
 
And I've shitted and pissed more hot sauce than y'all have spilled or eaten.
 
 
Picture if you will.
 
1974.
 
South Texas. 
 
A field of hot sauce.
 
15 acres of it.
 
Growing on the vine.
 
I wade through the rows...
 
Reach down...
 
Grab a bottle and rip off the shrink wrap.
 
Twist the cap and drink it like it was the cure for herpes and polio.
 
Our property was adjacent to the Arroyo Colorado.
 
Thunder rolled.
 
And the muddy water flowed.
 
Down that sorry ass ditch of a river.
 
The water moccasins hissed.
 
And the coyotes howled.
 
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Walchit said:
And if warrant man's sauce counts as commercial then his aggravated assult is up there for sure
 
I have 2 bottles of WM's sauces that he sent me.
 
I have not tried them.
 
I have been staring at them.
 
For more than a month.
 
I don't know why.
 
They're right next to my keyboard as I post.
 
The handcuffs.
 
Brilliant.
 
I really want to try the sauces.
 
But I don't want to go to jail doing it.
 
texas blues said:
 
And I've shitted and pissed more hot sauce than y'all have spilled or eaten.
 
 
Picture if you will.
 
1974.
 
South Texas. 
 
A field of hot sauce.
 
15 acres of it.
 
Growing on the vine.
 
I wade through the rows...
 
Reach down...
 
Grab a bottle and rip off the shrink wrap.
 
Twist the cap and drink it like it was the cure for herpes and polio.
 
Our property was adjacent to the Arroyo Colorado.
 
Thunder rolled.
 
And the muddy water flowed.
 
Down that sorry ass ditch of a river.
 
The water moccasins hissed.
 
And the coyotes howled.
 
That's a really cool story.
You should tell that at parties.

 
 
texas blues said:
 
And I've shitted and pissed more hot sauce than y'all have spilled or eaten.
 
 
Picture if you will.
 
1974.
 
South Texas. 
 
A field of hot sauce.
 
15 acres of it.
 
Growing on the vine.
 
I wade through the rows...
 
Reach down...
 
Grab a bottle and rip off the shrink wrap.
 
Twist the cap and drink it like it was the cure for herpes and polio.
 
Our property was adjacent to the Arroyo Colorado.
 
Thunder rolled.
 
And the muddy water flowed.
 
Down that sorry ass ditch of a river.
 
The water moccasins hissed.
 
And the coyotes howled.
I knew TB 's stories reminded me of something, I couldn't figure out what til now.

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