Killer Chili (You will Laugh until you cry)

[chopper]

Killer Chili

I went grocery shopping recently while not being altogether sure that course of action was a wise one. You see, the previous evening I had prepared, and consumed a mssive quantity of my patiented " you're definetly going to Shit yourself " chili. Tasty stuff, allbeit hot to the point of being painful, which comes with a written quarantee from me that if you eat it, the next day both of your butt cheeks Will fall off.
Here's the thing. I had awakened that morning, and even after two cups of coffee(and all of you know what I mean) nothing happened. No 'Watson's Movement 2'. Sespite habanera peppers swimming thier way through my intestinal tract, I was unable to create the usual morning symphony referred to by my next door neighbor as 'thunder and lightning'.
Knowing that a time of reckoning Had to come, yet not sure of just when, I bravely set off for the market, a local Wal-Mart grocery store that I often haunt in search of tasty tidbits.
Upon entering the store at first all seemed normal. I selected a cart and began pushing it about and dropping items in for purchase, it wasn't until I was at the opposite side of the store from the restroom that the pain hit me.Oh don't look at me like you don't know what I'm talking about. I'm reffering to that ' Uh, Oh,gotta go' pain that that always seems to hit us at the wrong time. The thing is, this pain was different.
The habaneras in the chili from the night before were staging a revolt. In a mad rush for freedom they bullied their way through the small intestines, forcing their way into the large intestines, and before I could take one step in the direction of the restroom which would bring sweet relief, it happened. The peppers fired a warning Shot.
There I stood, alone in the spice and baking aisle, suddenly enveloped in a noxious cloud the like of which has never before been recorded. I was affraid to move for fear that more of this vile odor might escape me. Slowly oh soslowly, the pressure seemed to leave the lower part of my body and I began to move up the aisle and out of it, just as an ederly woman turned into it.
I don't know what made me do it, but I stopped to see what her reaction would be to the malodorous effluvium that refused to dissipate. Have you ever been torn in two different directions emotionally? Here's what I mean, and I'm sure some of you at least will be able to relate...
I could have warned the poor woman but didn't. I simply watched as she walked into the invisible, and apparently indestructable, wall of odor so terrible that all she could do before gathering her senses and running, was o stand there blinking and waving her arms about her head as though trying to ward off angry bees. This, of course made me fell terrible, but then made me laugh..........Big Mistake........
Okay, when you laugh, it's hard to keep things 'clamped down', if you know what I mean. With each new guffaw and explosive issue burst forth from my nether region. Some were so loud and echoing that I was later told a few folks in other aisles had ducked, fearing that someone was robbing the store and firing off a shotgun.
Suddenly things were no longer funny...."It" was coming, and I raced off through the store towards the restrooms, laying down a cloud the whole way,praying that I'd make it before the grand mal asspolsion took place. Luck was on my side. Just in the nick of time I got to the john, began the inevitable "Oh My God', floating above the toilet seat because my ass is burning SO BAD, purging. One poor fellow walked in while I was in the middle of what is the true meaning of 'Shock and Awe. He made a gagging sound, and disqustedly said, 'Sonofabitch!', then quickly left. Once finished I left the restroom, reacquiring my partially filled cart intending to carry on with my shopping when a store employee approached me and said, " Sir, you might want to step outside for a few minutes. It appears some prankster set off a stink bomb in the store. The manager is going to run the vent fans on high for a minute or two which ought to take care of the problem.
This of course set me off again, causing residual gases to escape me... The employee took one sniff, jumped back pulling his shirt up to cover his nose and, pointing at me in an accusing manner shouted, " IT'S You!", then ran off returning moments later with the manager. I was unceremoniously escorted from the premises and asked none to kindly not to return.

Home again without having shopped, I realized that there was nothing to eat but leftover chili, so I consumed two more bowls. The next day I went to shop at Albertson's. I can't say anymore about that because we are in court over the whole matter. Bastards claim they're going to have to repaint the store..............

[TerryMiller]

I made to the bees before there were any tears. There was probably a giggle or two before that.

[Slash]

Don't have any Albertson's stores around here except one in Chicago,good thing...odds are the malodorderous gasbag probably lives somewhere out West.

[hornrocker]

True story....

[Rippin]

Fuck'n funny lol...been in a similar situation...it was in London England on vacation with my wife. it was just really bad gas from a night of drink'n ale and eating English food. something didnt agree with me. the next morning we were on the millinum wheel...to say the least the 30 to 45 minutes it takes for the wheel to make a full cycle was indeed very painful for my poor wife and the other passengers. to this day my wife is very leary to get into confined spaces with me.

[Berserker]

Never trust a fart.