by Roger Williams
My eyes are on fire! I'm making dinner for a bunch of people tomorrow and decided to be all efficient and chop the things that need chopping ahead of time. Apparently this one particular onion was not appreciative of my slicing & dicing and retaliated by shooting massive amounts of onion spray into my eyes. I wept openly whilst chopping said onion. This chili had better be worth my tears. (This post is causing me to draw eerie similarities between my tale and that of poor Scott Tennerman. Heath knows what I'm talking about.)
That's it.
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