Well,I was cooking with my brother-in-law one evening and it involved cutting up chilis. Now these were the most evil and shock-inducing chilis I have ever had the misfortune to eat.
Well my sister has a habit of coming into the kitchen, opening the larder and taking a biscuit (not like us - we have some self-control). So i thought I'd be a bit nasty. I went into the larder, took out a packet of custard creams and cut one open with a knife. I then decided to liberally sprinkle some evil-bastard-chili seeds on the oh-so creamy centre, put it back together and put it back in the packet. Lo and behold sis comes in, goes in the larder for a snack, and ends up with her mouth under the tap and half a cucumber stuck in her gob. Oh the fun.
In a wierd karma-like way she did get her own back - I went for a pee and had forgotten to wash the chili off my hands. Believe me, I have felt the pain...
(Well my sister has a habit of coming into the kitchen, opening the larder and taking a biscuit (not like us - we have some self-control). So i thought I'd be a bit nasty. I went into the larder, took out a packet of custard creams and cut one open with a knife. I then decided to liberally sprinkle some evil-bastard-chili seeds on the oh-so creamy centre, put it back together and put it back in the packet. Lo and behold sis comes in, goes in the larder for a snack, and ends up with her mouth under the tap and half a cucumber stuck in her gob. Oh the fun.
In a wierd karma-like way she did get her own back - I went for a pee and had forgotten to wash the chili off my hands. Believe me, I have felt the pain...
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Wed 22 Oct 2003, 20:12,
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