"I decided to go and experience the American Dream but not through the eyes of a tourist but those of a local. So I went on this cultural exchange program to work in a restaurant for the summer. One day I come to work early and while doing my usual work I go through the kitchen and there I see all my compadres gathered around the counter. On it there was a plate of the most tender chicken crisps ever. I didn't have a chance to grab breakfast so the hunger just hit me. I was so distracted that I didn't even notice that they were overly enthusiastic for me to take some chicken and dip it in the amazing golden sauce next to it. Being European I wasn't really familiar with the 1000's of sauces that you could have. The sauce in question was made from ghost peppers. I took a piece of chicken, drenched it fully in the sauce. Not even 2 seconds pass, and I feel this burning pain hitting my brain. Then everyone looks at me laughing and asks me if I'm Ok. I felt that my lips were melting and someone was trying to nail them back to my face with 1000 hammer hits per second. Apparently there was a technique my amigos forgot to tell me. Dip it just a bit on the side. Bite it with your teeth. Needless to say they should have also told me the third most important technique: Don't rush to drink and wash your face under the ice cold faucet water. I don't really remember what happened next. Just that I was sent home. As a bonus, I had Kim Kardashian's lips for a whole week." Source
"White distilled vinegar. Oh, the sharp strong pungent flavor caused me to throw up. Within a few minutes my stomach started burning and for the next couple days I suffered from indigestion. The very thought of it again makes me cringe." Source
"Extra crispy chicken covered with Colonel Sander's secret 11 herbs and spices breading with just the right amount of crispness. Inside, the chicken is moist and slightly spicy. It is finger lickin' good! Just thinking about it makes my mouth water. Until I have my first bite. I am then reminded of the thick layer of fat under the crispy skin. And the oily breading. And the greasy aftertaste. Followed by regret of buying 6 pieces of chicken just because it is a great deal. Unfortunately I have short term memory. Every six months or so I will be craving it again. And regret it again. (Side note: I guess I know what I will be having for lunch today ...)" Source
"They were on sale for Easter at the grocery store so I grabbed a few to enjoy. Got home, was excited to enjoy my little treat. Absentmindedly dug in, but what was that taste? Tasted like artificial flowers, and it permeated my entire respiratory system. But I wasn't going to let that ruin my moment so I soldiered on, trying not to think about it. I was almost finished with the egg when I realized that during checkout, my eggs had been placed in the same bag as my boyfriend's fabric softener sheets, and the strong fragrance had diffused directly into the chocolate. Gross! Forgot about it the next day and kept one of the eggs in my bag for the next few weeks, waiting for a moment where I needed to indulge myself again. Yesterday aunt flow was here, and bloated and cramping I felt I deserved it. Bit into it and there was the fragrance again, ah fook, I had forgotten! Fool me twice, shame on me." Source
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