I did NOT write this, it was shared with me via email.  I have modified the language in some areas so as to not be offensive.  I recommend a pad for your pants if your one that pee's upon laughing!

If you can read this whole  story without laughing, then there's no hope for you.  This is an actual account as relayed to paramedics at a chili cook-off in Texas...

Note: Please take time to read this slowly. If you 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 Chili Cook-off about the time Halloween comes
around.  It takes up a major  portion of a parking lot at the San Antonio City Park... 
 
Judge #3 was an inexperienced Chili taster named Frank, who was visiting from Springfield ,  IL. 
 
Frank: "Recently, I was  honored to be selected as a judge at a chili cook-off. The original person  called in sick at the last moment and I happened to be standing there at the  judge's table, asking for directions, when the call  came in. I was assured by the other two judges (Native Texans) that the chili wouldn't be all that spicy; and, besides, they told me I could have free beer during the tasting, so I accepted and became Judge 3."
 
Here are the scorecard notes from the event:
 
CHILI # 1 - MIKE'S MANIAC MONSTER  CHILI
Judge #1 -- A little too  heavy on the tomato. Amusing kick. 
Judge #2 -- Nice, smooth  tomato flavor. Very mild. 
Judge #3 (Frank) -- Holy crap, what the heck 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. 
 
CHILI # 2 - AUSTIN'S  AFTERBURNER CHILI
Judge #1 -- Smoky, with a  hint of pork. Slight jalapeno tang. 
Judge #2 -- Exciting BBQ  flavor, needs more peppers to be taken seriously. 
Judge #3 -- 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. 
 
CHILI #3 - FRED'S FAMOUS  BURN DOWN THE BARN CHILI 
Judge #1 -- Excellent  firehouse chili. Great kick.  
Judge #2 -- A bit salty,  good use of peppers. 
Judge #3 -- 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.  The barmaid  pounded me on the back, now my backbone is in the front part of my chest. 
 
CHILI #4 - BUBBA'S BLACK  MAGIC
Judge #1 -- Black bean chili  with almost no spice. Disappointing. 
Judge #2 -- Hint of lime in  the black beans. Good side dish for fish or other mild foods, not much of a  chili. 
Judge #3 -- I felt something  scraping across my tongue, but was unable to taste it.  Is it possible to burn out taste buds? Sally, the beer maid, was standing  behind me with fresh refills.  This 300 lb. Woman is starting to look HOT ... Just like this nuclear waste I'm  eating!  Is chili an aphrodisiac? 
 
CHILI #5 - LISA'S LEGAL LIP  REMOVER
Judge #1 -- Meaty, strong  chili. Cayenne peppers freshly ground, adding considerable kick. Very  impressive. 
Judge #2 -- Chili using  shredded beef, could use more tomato. Must admit the cayenne peppers make a  strong statement. 
Judge #3 -- My ears are  ringing, sweat is pouring off my forehead and I can no longer focus my eyes.  I broke wind, and four people behind me needed paramedics. The contestant seemed  offended when I told her that her chili 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 ticks me off that the other judges  asked me to stop screaming.  
 
CHILI #6 - VERA'S VERY  VEGETARIAN VARIETY 
Judge #1 -- Thin yet bold  vegetarian variety chili. Good balance of spices and  peppers. 
Judge #2 -- The best yet.  Aggressive use of peppers, onions, garlic.  Superb. 
Judge #3 -- My intestines  are now a straight pipe filled with gaseous, sulfuric flames. I've messed my pants, and I'm worried it will eat through  the chair. No one  seems inclined to stand behind me except that Sally. Can't feel my lips anymore.  I need to wipe my butt with a snow cone. 
 
CHILI #7 - SUSAN'S SCREAMING  SENSATION CHILI
Judge #1 -- A mediocre chili  with too much reliance on canned peppers. 
Judge #2 -- Ho hum, tastes  as if the chef literally threw in a can of chili 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. 
Judge #3 -- 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  chili, which slid unnoticed out of my mouth. My pants are full of lava 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; 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. 
 
CHILI #8 - BIG TOM'S TOENAIL  CURLING CHILI
Judge #1 -- The perfect  ending, this is a nice blend chili. Not too bold but spicy enough to declare its  existence. 
Judge #2 -- This final entry  is a good, balanced chili. Neither mild nor hot. Sorry to see that most of it  was lost when Judge #3 farted, passed out, fell over and  pulled the chili pot  down on top of himself. Not sure if he's going to make it. Poor feller, wonder  how he'd have reacted to really hot chili? 
Judge #3 -- No  Report
 
(I don't have a clue as to who wrote this, but....WHAT A HOOT!)

All hair removal methods have tricked women with their promises
of easy, painless removal - The Epilady, scissors, razors, Nair and
now...the wax. Read on.......... 

My night began as any other normal weeknight. Come home, fix
dinner, play with the kids. I then had the thought that would ring painfully in my mind for the next few hours: "Maybe I should pull the waxing kit out of the medicine cabinet."

So I headed to the site of my demise: the bathroom.  It was one of those "cold wax" kits. No melting a clump of hot wax, you  just rub the strips together in your hand, they get warm and you peel them apart and press them to your leg (or wherever else) and you pull the hair right off.

No muss, no fuss. How hard can it be? I mean, I'm not a genius, but I am mechanically inclined enough to figure this out. (YA THINK!?!)

So I pull one of the thin strips out. Its two strips facing each other stuck together. Instead of rubbing them together, my genius
kicks in so I get out the hair dryer and heat it to 1000 degrees. ("Cold
wax, yeah...right!") I lay the strip across my thi gh. Hold the skin around it tight and pull. It works!

OK, so it wasn't the best feeling, but it wasn't too bad. I can do this! Hair removal no longer eludes me! I am She-rah, fighter of all wayward body hair and maker of smooth skin extraordinaire.

With my next wax strip I move north. After checking on the kids, I sneak back into the bathroom, for the ultimate hair fighting
championship.

I drop my panties and place one foot on the toilet.  Using the same procedure, I apply the wax strip across the right side of my bikini line, covering the right half of my hoo-ha and stretching down to the inside of my butt cheek (it was a long strip) I inhale deeply and brace myself....RRRRIIIPPP!!!!

I'm blind!!! Blinded from pain!!!!....OH MY GAWD!!!!!!!!!

Vision  returning, I notice that I've only managed to pull off half the  
strip. CRAP! Another deep breath and RIPP! Everything is spinning and spotted. I think I may pass out...must stay conscious...must stay conscious. Do I hear crashing drums???  Breathe, breathe...OK,
back to normal.

I want to see my trophy - a wax covered strip, the one that has caused me so much pain, with my hairy pelt sticking to it. I want to revel in the glory that is my triumph over body hair. I hold up the strip. There's no hair on it!  Where is the hair??? WHERE IS THE WAX???

Slowly I ease my head down, foot still perched on the toilet. I see the hair. The hair that should be on the strip...it's not! I touch.  I am touching wax.

I run my fingers over the most sensitive part of my body, which
is now covered in cold wax and matted hair. Then I make the next
BIG mistake...remember my foot is still propped up on the toilet?  I
know I need to do something. So I put my foot down. Sealed shut! My
butt is sealed shut. Sealed shut!

I penguin walk around the bathroom trying to figure out what to do and think to myself "Please don't let me get the urge to poop. My head may pop off !" What can I do to melt the wax?

Hot water!! Hot water melts wax!! I'll run the hottest water I can stand into the bathtub, get in, immerse the wax-covered bits and the wax should melt and I can gently wipe it off, right???  

*WRONG!!!!!!!*

I get in the tub - the water is slightly hotter than that used to torture prisoners of war or sterilize surgical equipment - I sit. 

Now, the only thing worse than having your nether regions glued together, is having them glued together and then glued to the
bottom of the tub...in scalding hot water. Which, by the way, doesn't  melt cold wax.

So, now I'm stuck to the bottom of the tub as though I had cemented myself to the porcelain!! God bless the man who had convinced me a few months ago to have a phone put in the bathroom!!!!!

I call my friend, thinking surely she has waxed before and has some secret of how to get me undone. It's a very good conversation starter "So, my butt and hoo- ha are glued together to the bottom of the tub!"

There is a slight pause. She doesn't know any secret tricks for removal but she does try to hide her laughter from me. She wants to know exactly where the wax is located, "Are we talking cheeks or hole or
hoo-ha?"

She's laughing out loud by now...I can hear her. I give her the rundown and she suggests I call the number on the side of the box.

YEAH!!!!! Right!! I should be the joke of someone else's night.  While we go through various solutions. I resort to trying to scrape the wax off
with a razor . Nothing feels better than to have your girlie goodies
covered in hot wax, glued shut, stuck to the tub in super hot water and
then dry-shaving the sticky wax off!!

By now the brain is not working, dignity has taken a major hike and I'm pretty sure I'm going to need Post-Traumatic Stress counseling for this event.

My friend is still talking with me when I finally see my saving grace....the lotion they give you to remove the excess wax.

What do I really have to lose at this point? I rub some on and OH MY  GOD!!!!!!! The scream probably woke the kids and scared the dickens out  of my friend. It's sooo painful, but I really don't care.  "IT  WORKS!!

It works !!  I get a hearty congratulation from my friend and she hangs up.

I successfully remove the remainder of the wax and then notice to my grief and despair....THE HAIR IS STILL THERE.......ALL OF IT!

So I recklessly shave it off. Heck, I'm numb by now. Nothing hurts. I could have amputated my own leg at this point.

Next week I'm going to try hair color......