If you suddenly feel an overwhelming, deep-seated emotional need to drive towards Statesboro, don't worry, I'm just making chili. It's a natural reaction in anyone who smells, tastes, or thinks about my chili.
That whole business in Iraq right now? Yup. My chili started that. My chili was the WMD (Weapon of Masticatory Deliciosity) Bush was looking for.
It's the chili that launched a thousand ships.
Seriously. It's that good.
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