lifeinbinary
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about three years ago (when i lived in mississippi) my room mate asked me cook some biryani. of course making biryani is harder than trying to find cosmo a date but i agreed to do so anyway.
so during this three hour cooking marathon, somewhere along the way i put in way too much spice. and by way too much spice i mean the kind of spice that feels hot when you eat it, but feels like your ass is on fire when you take a dump in the morning.
while eating dinner all my room mate did was complain about how spicy it was and that he'd never forget this day and would share the story with his kids - if he survives dinner that is.
i agreed with him that it wasn't exactly a smart idea to eat too much of that biryani because i could already sense the pain that we'd have to experience in the morning, so we didn't eat much of it.
next day when i woke up, all the biryani was gone. my room mate ate the entire fucking pot overnight.
needless to say i didn't use the shared bathroom for days.
guess who the room mate was.