Niggah on overkill. Whoa. When I first moved to NOLA and met my to be in-laws at a BBQ; every single thing was so spicy that all I could eat was the fruit salad. Quail eggs? Sure I popped one in my mouth and smiled through the flame of hell that issued from my throat. Chicken? Oh hell naw. Never got used to the spicy food. You can divide the state in two....whypipo north of Baton Rouge; cajuns south. Once you hit Marksville it's inbred land.
Niggah on overkill. Whoa. When I first moved to NOLA and met my to be in-laws at a BBQ; every single thing was so spicy that all I could eat was the fruit salad. Quail eggs? Sure I popped one in my mouth and smiled through the flame of hell that issued from my throat. Chicken? Oh hell naw. Never got used to the spicy food. You can divide the state in two....whypipo north of Baton Rouge; cajuns south. Once you hit Marksville it's inbred land.
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