i ate half a bottle of tabasco sauce with a spoon and am now ashamed

That's nothing to be ashamed of. I regularly drown all consumables in hot sauce. Gotta make sure the tongue is still alive.

That must have been quite crunchy. ;)

Shame will not bring this bottle back. It is gone forever. Forever.

Here was me thinking you were going to say you'd downloaded UPlay/Origin/Steam/Galaxy/whichever game client is poorly regarded.

Stop wallowing in shame and have yourself a Puckerbutt pepper. I recommend the Carolina Reaper. ;p

https://puckerbuttpeppercompany.com/

Every time someone brings up tabasco sauce i start foaming at the mouth, because so many hot sauces are basically tabasco with something to make it slightly different. I don't like tabasco, and for those who do like it, cool, but for the love of God, quit using it as a cheap replacement for straight peppers and stuff. Please, don't ask me to try something saying "it's hot sauce, not tobasco" and then i bite and nearly puke from that awful after taste. Cool, you like it, i understand, but I don't, quit trying to force me to like it!![/rant]

Foxhack! You're alive! :o

As long as you didn't eat the spoon, it's not that bad.

I love garlic(***), and yesterday I kept piling up crushed fresh garlic in olive oil to tacos and slices of pizza at the lunch restaurant at work. While eating it all, I noticed one whole clove of garlic had slipped by their crusher, so I ate it whole without thinking much, crushing it with my teeth.

I wasn't ashamed at all. Fresh garlic gives that extra oomph at the workplace when you laugh at your colleagues' faces.

(***)Earlier I used to add fresh crushed garlic even on my oatmeal in the mornings, and between a toast sandwich with cheese in the evenings. Nowadays I am too lazy to peel and crush garlic myself...

When I saw your name in the thread title, I thought this would be a thread about pungent farts or some such. Then I read what you said.

I suppose the pungent fart thread will come later. Good luck.
(I regularly sample marmite on its own with a spoon. Not ashamed of that either)

So the bottle is half empty.

Time to talk with your shrink about your youth and put on a straightjacket before it's too late.

Is that all? I expected a follow through story or the very least a tale about wetting the bed.

This is how I feel after I get into the peanut butter bottles.