Jalababuena

I was talking with a friend yesterday and she said she had a sad story to share. Not in the mood for anymore sadness (yesterday was layoff day, after all) I told her I didn't think I could handle it. She assured me that I would laugh at it...and I think you will too....

After enjoying a nice dinner together, my friend and her husband started to get frisky and headed down the hallway to their bedroom. His hands began to wander, and shortly ended up fondling her nether regions... At first she was pleased (what gal doesn't like a little foreplay?) but then, suddenly, she was overcome by a burning sensation! Not just friction burn or the heat of the moment but an agonizing, ouchie ouchie burning! She yanked his fingers away and made a dash for the bathroom to get a cold washcloth.

Turns out, her beloved hubby had cut a jalapeño when he was making dinner and didn't wash his hands very well. Kinda gives new meaning to the phrase, "Ooh baby you're making me so hot."

Thankfully, my friend and her babuena made a full recovery. But would I encourage all of you to be careful next time you're making Mexican food on date night, lest you too become the victim of a handapeño job...