As part of my procrastination from writing (see last post), I have been reading Cracked online and ran across this chart again. I remember well one day, when my dad still had a garden, I wandered my small self outside and decided to snack on a raw hot pepper. When nothing else stopped me screaming, my mother sat me in their bedroom and made me face teh air conditioner with my mouth open until I was no longer in danger of dying or blowing out her ears with my shrieking. WARNING – CONTAINS BAD LANGUAGE