baltimoregal
baltimoregal
baltimoregal

YESSIR.

It's not even a party in the mouth for me unfortunately. I wish, because it limits so many options at restaurants.

WOW. as sensitive as I am I can eat mild salsa, albeit with a lot of chips.

Yes, I often use my husband or brother as a taste tester but I do use the allergic to levels capsaicin as an example when talking to waitstaff/ cooks. A little hot pepper added to a dish while cooking won't do much but fresh hot peppers sauteed in or hot sauce added after cooking will do me in horribly.

And THAT is why I question people about how spicy something is, to the point where if my brother or husband are with me I will have them taste it first. Because of assholes like that.

I have the same problem. We've figured out it's the capsaicin in hot peppers, particularly fresh. I turn red, I get headaches, my mouth goes numb and painful at the same time from anything more than mild spiciness. And oh, if I actually eat any of it, oh my intestinal system. Noooo. So while it's not an allergy in the

Not soon enough but it's a start.

Never really been a footbal fan- game violence always bothered me. And the injuries. And then starting to hear about the violence outside the game, just horrifying. I did think the Ravens were different. Just last year Brendon Ayanbadejo was publicly campaigning for gay marriage and making nationwide news- and was

I have a super happy marriage. The kind that is annoying to others sometimes, with an eternally patient husband. It took me 39 years on this earth to meet this man. The last 15 of which were without any serious relati

Oh, I disagree! I like him a little on the fluffy side.

YES.

Ugh. yeah. Seen too many wormy puppies while volunteering at a city shelter. There's the "fat puppy belly" and the "wormy belly" and you learn to tell the difference pretty quick. Still all is better than that parvo smell, damn that bs.

The way you feel about ranch is the way i feel about mayo. I can handle the ranch.

But, I'm pretty sure it's not the policy.

It happened in my 30s, the IDGAF stage. I shaved when I wanted, I didn't date for SO LONG, I did all kinds of cool stuff. I'm who I am now because of it. Once I hit 38, bought the house. Hit 39, met the man. Hit 40, got married. Hit 41, got a new job. All because I stopped giving so many fucks. It should be a life

So, the big advice here is learn the laws in your state (you don't want to be prosecuted). I'm a city shelter volunteer and had to deal with AC issues before so here's my advice.

Nope! I have a friend in her early 50s that wears Hello Kitty clothing and ROCKS it.

My version of that was South Park: Bigger, Longer, and Uncut. In the first row of a very large movie theater on a (seemingly) giant screen. I've never recovered.

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