The Cowboys

I noticed that my host, mister anchovy, posted a recipe last week.

Diablo Sauce. And he freely admits to having committed this sin in the past!

Here is a tale of some bottles of that evil food.

Four old cowboys are having a discussion about what is the fastest thing in the world.

First cowboy says, "I believe it's thinking, 'cause when you prick your finger or touch a flame, the pain instantly becomes thought and hits the brain."

Second cowboy says, "Well, I think its blinking. When you blink and open your eyes again, you immediately see everything. Nothing is changed."

Third cowboy says, "Well, I think it's light, 'cause as soon as you press that light switch, you go from dark to instant light."

Fourth cowboy says, "Well, I think it's the Mexican-two-step diarrhoea."

All the others ask simultaneously, "Diarrhoea? Why?"

Fourth cowboy says, "I'll explain it to you. I went across the border to a saloon last night and drank a buncha home-made Mexican tequila. On the way home from the saloon, I stopped off at Lupe's cafe and ate two helpings of her Mexican Special, which had been warmed over a time or two, and a buncha jalapenas and some chilli peppers I never saw before."

First cowboy asks, "So, what's that got to do with speed or diarrhoea?"

Fourth cowboy says, "Well, later on when I was in bed, I felt this fire and fierce rumbling in my belly, and before I could think, or blink, or turn that damn light on...."

And so I disappear in a haze of unwelcome fumes, back to the archive to sit and contemplate for a while!