Frank ... and the Chili Tasting

(Sounds like he should try Mojos Satans Blood)

Notes from an inexperienced chili taster named FRANK, who was visiting
Texas from New Jersey & fell into it:

"Recently I was lucky enough to be the 10,000th attendee at the State Fair
in Texas, & was asked to fill in to be a judge at a chili cook-off.
Apparently the original judge #3 called in sick at the last moment, & I
happened to be standing there when the call came in. I was assured by the
other two judges (Native Texans) that it would be a fun event & a true
taste of Texas hospitality. They assured me that the chili wouldn’t be all
that spicy, & besides they told me I could have free beer during the
tasting, so I accepted.

Here are the scorecards from the event:
Chili # 1: Mike’s Maniac Mobster Monster Chili
JUDGE ONE: A little too heavy on tomato. Amusing kick.
JUDGE TWO: Nice, smooth tomato flavor. Very mild…
FRANK: Holy Crap, what the hell is this stuff? You could remove dried
paint from your driveway with it. Took me two beers to put the flames
out. Hope that’s the worst one. These Texans are crazy.

   Chili # 2: Arthur's Afterburner Chili                                 
   JUDGE ONE: Smoky, with a hint of pork. Slight Jalapeno tang.          
   JUDGE TWO: Exciting BBQ flavor, needs more peppers to be taken        
   FRANK: Keep this out of reach of children! I'm not sure what I am     
   supposed to taste besides pain. I had to wave off 3 people who wanted 
   to give me the Heimlich maneuver. They had to walkie-talkie in 3      
   extra beers when they saw the look on my face.

   Chili # 3: Fred's Famous Burn Down the Barn Chili                     
   JUDGE ONE: Excellent firehouse chili! Great kick. Needs more beans.   
   JUDGE TWO: A beanless chili, a bit salty, good use of red peppers.    
   FRANK: Call the EPA, I've located a uranium spill. My nose feels like 
   I have been snorting Drano. Everyone knows the routine by now.        
   Barmaid pounded me on the back; now my backbone is in the front part  
   of my chest.*

   Chili # 4: Bubba's Black Magic                                        
   JUDGE ONE: Black bean chili with almost no spice. Disappointing.      
   JUDGE TWO: Hint of lime in the black beans. Good side dish for fish   
   or other mild foods, not much of a chili.                             
   FRANK: I felt something scraping across my tongue, but was unable to  
   taste it. Sally, the bar maid, was standing behind me with fresh      
   refills; that 300 lb. bitch is starting to look HOT, just like this   
   nuclear-waste I'm eating.

   Chili # 5: Linda's Legal Lip Remover                                  
   JUDGE ONE: Meaty, strong chili. Cayenne peppers freshly ground,       
   adding considerable kick. Very impressive.                            
   JUDGE TWO: Chili using shredded beef; could use more tomato. Must     
   admit the cayenne peppers make a strong statement.                    
   FRANK: My ears are ringing, and I can no longer focus my eyes. I      
   farted & 4 people behind me needed paramedics. The contestant seemed  
   offended when I told her that her chili had given me brain damage.    
   Sally saved my tongue from bleeding by pouring beer directly on it    
   from a pitcher. It really pisses me off that the other judges asked   
   me to stop screaming. Screw those rednecks!

   Chili # 6: Vera's Very Vegetarian Variety                             
   JUDGE ONE: Thin yet bold vegetarian variety chili. Good balance of    
   spice & peppers.                                                      
   JUDGE TWO: The best yet. Aggressive use of peppers, onions & garlic.  
   FRANK: My intestines are now a straight pipe filled with gaseous,     
   sulfuric flames. No one seems inclined to stand behind me except that 
   slut Sally. I need to wipe my ass with a snow cone!

   Chili # 7: Susan's Screaming Sensation Chili                          
   JUDGE ONE: A mediocre chili with too much reliance on canned peppers. 
   JUDGE TWO: Ho Hum, tastes as if the chef literally threw in a can of  
   chili peppers at the last moment. I should note that I am worried     
   about Judge Number 3. He appears to be in a bit of distress as he is  
   cursing uncontrollably.                                               
   FRANK: You could put a grenade in my mouth, pull the pin, & I         
   wouldn't feel a damn thing. I've lost the sight in one eye, & the     
   world sounds like it is made of rushing water. My shirt is covered    
   with chili which slid unnoticed out of my mouth. My pants are full of 
   lava-like brown goo to match my damn shirt. At least during the       
   autopsy they'll know what killed me. I've decided to stop breathing,  
   it's too painful. Screw it, I'm not getting any oxygen anyway. If I   
   need air, I'll just suck it in through the 4 inch hole in my          

   Chili # 8: Helen's Mount Saint Chili                                  
   JUDGE ONE: A perfect ending, this is a nice blend chili, safe for     
   all, not too bold but spicy enough to declare its existence.          
   JUDGE TWO: This final entry is a good, balanced chili, neither mild   
   nor hot. Sorry to see that most of it was lost when Judge Number 3    
   passed out, fell & pulled the chili pot on top of himself. Not sure   
   if he's going to make it. Poor Yank.                                  
   FRANK: -------------- (editor's note: Judge #3 was unable To report)

Someone sent this to me a couple of years ago. So funny that I’ve kept it all this time and yet it still makes me laugh like hell.

damn funny writen well nice one jonty :smiley: