Splat!

I was enjoying some egg rolls tonight, and as is my habit, enjoying them with that bitter hot mustard you get with them. But this stuff was obviously pharmeceutical grade- it hit a spot inside my head that, literally, blew my mind. For 10 seconds, I was nothing but keeping the top of my head from shooting off and making a mess on the ceiling. I expect that's what the Peruvian Marching Powder is like, except that it is pleasurable and highly addictive. The mustard was pure intensity, which, if it had been pleasureable, I can guarantee I'd be doing right now.

Anyway, that was dinner. Glad I'm not addicted to blow. Or Chinese Hot Mustard.