Hot Sizzle

Let me paint the picture for you. I was at a nice fancy Mexican restaurant in SD with Tina. Lights were dim, Drinks were strong. By that I mean it was the typical Mexi-American spot and we were with her whole fam westside of SD. Long and cold day at Seaworld, I needed a Drink. Scotch on the rocks is my poison. Sippin and grubbin on Chips and Salsa, we finally get our food. Get the Typical "can I get you anything else" from the waiter, I asked for "hot sauce". He responded with, "coming right up partner." Then he brings me this! "Hot Stuff" The bottle looks just like Sriracha, taste just like Sriracha, label is a lil different. Now I don't know if Sriracha is just that good (it is) or if it's made by the man to demolish all pigmented people. This shit is like crack! But after realizing the waiter called me "Partner" and brought me "Hot Stuff" I defended my manhood and hit on every single female in the restaurant. Even though I was sitting next to "Hot Stuff" I wandered around tipsy and on a mission.

"How many Ladies in the house? How many Ladies in the house without a Spouse? Something in your Blouse got me feeling so aroused! What you about?"

So pretty much I just sat there eating my food feeling uncomfortable. You read my whole story that was made up and was pointless and had nothing to do with the hot sauce. But thanks for reading.

Happy Tuesday!
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