Ok, Dirty SoutherS, let me just start by letting you know that if you are not familiar with the show Sex Sent Me to the E.R., then you need to rethink your life choices. I feel the show needs no explanation, as the title pretty much says it all, but if you are still intrigued and want to know more, check out the series on TLC, and you can catch gems like this from Clarksville, Tennessee.
Look, I am just as much in favor of food being used in sex romps as the next girl (fingers crossed my editor gets me one of these giant gummi bears), but there are some common sense things that should take place. 1) No spicy foods on no-no parts that have a Scoville rating above 3500. 2) I am allergic to strawberries. 3) Confectionary delights such as the ever loved gummi bear turn into molten lava when microwaved and do not react the same way melted candle wax does on the body.
We here in the Dirty South raise our hands to you, Michael and Josi. Let your freak flags fly, and remember, better to have your tongue on fire from a molten gummi bear, than to have it on fire from gonorrhea. Use a rubber, people.
Contributing Writer: Dixie Darling