Normally a curry or any meal with a hefty amount of chilli in it is nothing that my digestive system can’t handle. However, the Thai noodle shop across the road seems to think that ‘mild’ spice translates to ‘Yeah, I’d like my eyes to burn while I deal with horrifyingly bad diahhorea’ spice.
So as Dandy awkwardly clutches into his stomach like that one loser Johnny from MGS4, his mind repeadtley plays the thoughts of regret that came with ordering a meal of such potent spiciness. Was he punished for going to a noodle bar that employs staff that seem to think that ‘mild’ mean more chilli than ‘shit loads’? Will he have to be awkwardly ducking out every now and then out of class to make emergency restroom stops? Or hopefully, is this a one night thing?
I had an image about the subject in question but it’s way to gross to show. Huh? No, I didn’t get lazy and decide not to post an image. What’s wrong with you?