Pay attention to the first two judges, the reaction of the third judge is even better. For those of you who have lived in Texas, you know how true this is. They actually have a Chilli Cook-off about the time the Rodeo comes to town. It takes up a major portion of the car park at the Astrodome.

The notes are from an inexperienced Chilli taster named Thomas, who was visiting Texas from the East Coast of New Jersey.

Thomas: “Recently, I was honoured to be selected as a judge at a chilli cook-off. The Judge #3 called in sick at the last moment and I happened to be standing there at the judge’s table asking for directions to the Budweiser truck, when the call came in. I was assured by the other two judges (Native Texans) that the chilli wouldn’t be all that spicy and, besides, they told me I could have free beer during the tasting, so I accepted.”

Here are the scorecards from the event.

Mike’s Maniac Mobster Monster Chilli.

  • Judge1 A little too heavy on the tomato. Amusing kick.
  • Judge2 Nice, smooth tomato flavour. Very mild.
  • Judge3 (Tom) Holy shit, what the hell is this stuff? You could remove dried paint from your driveway. Took me two beers to put the flames out. I hope that’s the worst one. These Texans are crazy.

Arthur’s Afterburner Chilli.

  • Judge1 Smoky, with a hint of pork. Slight Jalapeno tang.
  • Judge2 Exciting BBQ flavour, needs more peppers to be taken seriously.
  • Judge3 Keep this out of the reach of children. I’m not sure what I’m supposed to taste besides pain. I had to wave off two people who wanted to give me the Heimlich maneuver. They had to rush in more beer when they saw the look on my face.

Fred’s Famous Burn Down the Barn Chilli.

  • Judge1. Excellent firehouse chilli. Great kick. Needs more beans.
  • Judge2. A beanless chilli, a bit salty, good use of peppers.
  • Judge3. Call the EPA. I’ve located a uranium spill. My nose feels like I have been snorting Drano. Everyone knows the routine by now. Get me more beer before I ignite. Barmaid pounded me on the back, now my backbone is in the front part of my chest. I’m getting shit-faced from all of the beer.

Bubba’s Black Magic.

  • Judge1 Black bean chilli with almost no spice. Disappointing.
  • Judge2 Hint of lime in the black beans. Good side dish for fish or other mild foods, not much of a chilli.
  • Judge3 I felt something scraping across my tongue, but was unable to taste it. Is it possible to burn out taste buds? Sally, the barmaid, was standing behind me with fresh refills. That 300-lb. bitch is starting to look HOT… just like this nuclear waste I’m eating! Is chilli an aphrodisiac.

Linda’s Legal Lip Remover.

  • Judge1 Meaty, strong chilli. Cayenne peppers freshly ground, adding considerable kick. Very impressive.
  • Judge2 Chilli using shredded beef, could use more tomato. Must admit the cayenne peppers make a strong statement.
  • Judge3 My ears are ringing, sweat is pouring off my forehead and I can no longer focus my eyes. I farted and four people behind me needed paramedics. The contestant seemed offended when I told her that her chilli had given me brain damage. Sally saved my tongue from bleeding by pouring beer directly on it from the pitcher. I wonder if I’m burning my lips off. It really pisses me off that the other judges asked me to stop screaming. Screw those rednecks.

Vera’s Very Vegetarian Variety.

  • Judge1 Thin yet bold vegetarian variety chilli. Good balance of spices and peppers.
  • Judge2 The best yet. Aggressive use of peppers, onions, and garlic. Superb.
  • Judge3 I shit myself when I farted and I’m worried it will eat through the chair. No one seems inclined to stand behind me except that slut Sally. She must be kinkier than I thought. Can’t feel my lips anymore. I need to wipe my ass with a snow cone.

Susan’s Screaming Sensation Chilli.

  • Judge1 A mediocre chilli with too much reliance on canned peppers.
  • Judge2 Ho hum, tastes as if the chef literally threw in a can of chilli peppers at the last moment. I should take note that I am worried about Judge #3. He appears to be in a bit of distress as he is cursing uncontrollably.
  • Judge3 You could put a grenade in my mouth, pull the pin, and I wouldn’t feel a thing. I’ve lost sight in one eye, and the world sounds like it is made of rushing water. My shirt is covered with chilli, which slid unnoticed out of my mouth. My pants are full of lava-like shit to match my shirt. At least during the autopsy, they’ll know what killed me. I’ve decided to stop breathing, it’s too painful. Screw it; I’m not getting any oxygen anyway. If I need air, I’ll just suck it in through the 4-inch hole in my stomach.

Tommy’s Toe-Nail Curling Chilli.

  • Judge1 The perfect ending, this is a nice blend chilli. Not too bold but spicy enough to declare its existence.
  • Judge2 This final entry is a good, balanced chilli. Neither mild nor hot. Sorry to see that most of it was lost when Judge3 passed out, fell over and pulled the chilli pot down on top of himself. Not sure if he’s going to make it. Poor dude, wonder how he’d have reacted to a really hot chilli?