Twas Writ: > >"Women taking part in an anti-drinking campaign in the southern state of >Andhra Pradesh would beat drinkers with brooms and then pin them to the >floor while they fed them chilli powder. Most gave up the habit." > >Maybe Rael would take up drinking again if it meant being wrestling with >women while they shove chiles down his throat? > oh now mary...it wouldn't mean i'd have to start drinking again, no...i'd just have to entice (read: pay) the wimmenz into beating me with their brooms, pinning me down, and tickling my tonsils with chiles... hell, that's pretty much like life now...(sad, ain't it??) but alas, i must say it's rare to find a nubile edumakated (and that would be *single* nubile...not that i've anything against being a backdoor man, but i do have something against being shot in the arse) in All Things Chile...or even willing to learn...and few like my Erin (sigh...throb...shhhhwiiing)... <rael quotes from a past work> "Erin stared at me, motionless, without expression, as she had been doing during my entire oratory. Without a glance, she reached for her shot of mezcal, brought it to her thick, but not too thick, ruby red lips...and drank the entire shot down. It was at this point I noticed L.W. had placed a worm in her glass. She chewed, smiled, rolled her eyes back a bit, refocused, and swallowed. Then she snatched the habanero from the bar and bit it in half. Jesus...I loved this woman." <wiping a tear from my eye...sniff> The fate of Rael, yes, to luv fictional wimmen... Peace, Hendrix, and Chiles....... Rael"...now latex wimmenz, well, that's a whole different enchilada..."64 (i have no shame)