The earnest of being Frank’s
Lifetime ban from condiments. They belong in the kitchen, and have no business being in the bedroom.
I think that the real issue is that every room should have a conveniently-available bottle of hot sauce. An extra bottle could have saved a life here (and saved another life from being spent in jail). Moral of the story: don’t skimp on your house’s hot sauce supplies.
Maybe have an emergency bottle in a case labeled “in case of bland sandwiches, break glass”
That’s cutting the mustard. I relish the results. Hope to ketchup soon.
Would it be ingenuous to ask what brand of hot sauce it was? Hot sauce lover here.
I’d like to take a stab at it, but…
That’s very knife of you to do…
I’ll ask my uncle to get on top of it first thing tomorrow morning.
