This girl I'm dating took me to a Korean restaraunt that she proclaimed had great curry. We're ordering, and I'm not sure what to get. I look at the menu and order green curry because the description said spicy. I've only had curry once before because she had made it for me, and it was barely spicy. I really like spicy foods, so I told the waitress I wanted this green curry. The waitress recommended that I should have it at a medium spicy flavor. I shrugged her off and waited for my food. The meal came quick, and I started to dig in. At first, it didn't phase me that much, but after a few spoons I was sweating and my mouth was on fire. I should have stopped eating, but I thought I could handle it if I kept drinking water. By the end of the meal I felt like I was bleeding from the mouth. My date was just laughing at me because I was obviously in pain.

I wish that was the end of that, but I guess spicey curry makes for a great laxative. About twenty minutes after we left the restaraunt, I sped through the exit of a McDonald's parking lot toward a truck, parked almost hitting a van, ran into McDonald's, and spent probably a good twenty minutes emptying my bowels.