Frank and The Texas Chili Cook-off

Awhile back, a Texan friend of mine, who knows how to make REAL Texas Chili, sent this to me as well. I laughed so hard my stomach hurt the rest of the night, and I had those residual laugh spasms periodically whenever I thought about it, which was rather often.
Spew warning: put down the drink. You’ve been warned. Enjoy!

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What follows is one of the funniest things I have ever read, sent to me in an email last year from a friend in Boston. A warning to those with delicate sensibilities and who are easily offended – Otherwise, take 2-3 minutes and give this your full attention. If laughter is the best medicine, you should be glowingly healthy for the rest of the week.


“My name is Frank, and recently I was honored to be selected as a judge at a Texas chili cook-off. The original person called in sick at the last moment and I happened to be standing there at the judge’s table asking directions to the Budweiser truck when the call came in. I was assured by the other two judges (native Texans) that the chili wouldn’t be all that spicy and besides, they told me I could have free beer…

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