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Subject:Birthday Week Pics: Part 2.
Time:01:36 am



Orochon Ramen is apparently notorious in LA for its Special #2. It's a large bowl of ramen that's so spicy, that they have a challenge where you're supposed to finish the entire thing in less than 30 minutes. If you are powerful enough to accomplish this ungodly task, you are rewarded with a photo on their Wall of (Digestive System) Bravery.



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A friend (second-to-the-left with a demonic grin) had mentioned this place during my trip to Beijing and suggested a visit when she got back to LA. So when she returned recently, she wouldn't stop badgering me, Art and Paul to take on the Orochon Special #2 Challenge. We finally made a trip to Little Tokyo on Friday. Paul and Art smartly opted not to take the challenge - probably because they weren't Korean. In the end, Chuck and I decided that having our photos tacked on a corkboard was worth stripping our stomach and intestines of their lining.



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Here's a photo of my steaming nemesis. Merely the sight of it caused Paul's anus to bleed. Chuck got his bowl first and tentatively put the noodles in his mouth. He looked at me, nodded and said, "This is pretty spicy." When I finally got a mouthful of my Special #2, I had to agree. There was some serious heat. This was not going to be easy.



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Somehow I managed to eat all the noodles and other stuff in the bowl of Hell. Now was the hottest part: the broth. I had less than 15 minutes to completely slurp down a small tub filled with liquid evil. The problem was about halfway through the broth, I was completely stuffed. So not only did the inside of my mouth feel like I was drinking the sun, but my simmering belly was about to burst. To make matters worse, my friends were snapping photos, recording videos, and dabbing my sweating face and neck with napkins. Despite all these distractions, I managed to chug my way to the finish line in less than 30 minutes.



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Right after I was done, my extremely stuffed and flaming stomach was putting a frown on my face. I contemplated going to the bathroom and throwing up. But first, I had to have my picture taken with my vanquished meal. I never did vomit, although I kept regretting it for an hour as a Japanese volcano rumbled furiously inside my torso.



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By midnight I was strangely fine. I even ate a plate of fries. But although I felt okay, I wondered if I would be sitting on a toilet on Saturday morning biting onto a wooden spoon as my ass gave birth to a dragon. The next day, I got several text messages and inquiries about the well-being of my colon. I think they were all disappointed when I told them that it was just an average burn compared to the supernova cannon they'd expected to shoot out of my smoking butt.


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