Twas Writ: >Of course, to put out the fire, one has to have a beer - perhaps a good, >local microbrew. (Out here (Va.), try Tupper's Hop Pocket Ale, made by >Old Dominion Brewery. Nice and hoppy.) And, well, maybe one or two >more! > >So, it's not just the endorphins that make us smile. Ahhh, I know you say this in (some) jest...but Rael, Sober Redneck Extraordinaire, indeed gets magnificent Rushes O' Endorphins when he eats chiles...and chases 'em with nothing stronger than whole milk-o. Don't need Ms. Ethyl to make me smile. That bitc, uh, woman did me wrong a few years back...her and Senor Cuervo :) And...if one wants to experience the ultimate ER, simply apply chile in some form to yer flesh...a game of Salsa Twister [tm], a little ground cayenne up the Nase to rid that stuffy nose, roast and peel a bushel of poblanos or other delightful chile. Now *that* is a wonnerful feelin', oh my... 'Course, it helps to have a masochistic side... Peace, Hendrix, and Chiles....... Rael"...I'll take my chiles raw, with a little Xena on the side, please..."64 rael@ebicom.net Redneck Sous Chef Monk of the TCS Order of Immaculate Twister Keeper of the Faith and a Towel...