And this icon > needs to be renamed :algreen: lol

I know I shouldn't find it funny because it ended with a suicide (or murder depending on what you want to belive), but in my mind hot grits as a punishment IS funny. Sorry. And this icon > needs to be renamed :algreen: lol

I don't understand why they would be hot enough to scold...I mean once they go flying through the air they are at room temperature. I guess it depends on how you prepare your grits...thick versus watery. It's sad that some lady did that to him but...he must have hit her or something. The rules clearly state that you only throw hot food at a man if he hits you. This post will self-destruct in 5 minutes.

DesireeNevermind said:

They would have to be suspended in mid air for quite a while for it to cool down that way. Al was a bit of a ho when he was younger but I don't think he hit her; the version I heard was. .. ...
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So basically...

he was two timing his old lady who thought she was his one and only, she got her heart broken (woman scorned), she confronted him about it but Al told her "it wasn't him", she believed him but caught his ass again, she cooked up some hot ass grits and burned poor Al, he felt it was his fault and sought comfort in the lord for his whoring ways. Now he's a priest and a retired Ho.

thankyou.

DesireeNevermind said:

Sorry, I had far too much time on my hands earlier, that's not exactly what happened, he was seeing Grits lady, invited another female to join them, later that night Grits lady pours grits over Al whilst he's in the bath, then kills herself, here's Al's (emoticon free) version: http://www.panachereport....nGrits.htm

After my tour, I returned home to Memphis, Mary was in town. The infatuation I had for her blinded me to all the warning signs. I didn't care where she had come from or the baggage she'd picked up along the way. When I asked her about her past, she lied and told me that she had never been married and of course she didn't have any kids. The truth was, Mary had left behind a whole family in New Jersey to come and be with me but I'd only find that out later, after it was way too late.

Soon, her husband had come down from New Jersey to bring her back. She refused but he wasn't going to let her go and made it clear that she belonged to him and their children. She was living out a fantasy on borrowed time.

One night, I was in the studio working on new material when the door opened and a good looking woman rushed in and gave me a hug. It took me a minute to recognize her, her name was Carlotta Williams, a flight attendant I'd met on my travels.

When Mary came to the studio later, I introduced the two women and suggested that we all go back to my house.

The women seemed to get along fine as we all piled in my Rolls Royce. Carlotta sat up front with me and Mary sat in the back.

I kept glancing at Mary through the rearview mirror, disturbed by the strange expression she had on her face. Once she caught me looking at her and fixed me with a cold, appraising stare that sat my nerves on edge.
I went to my room to change my clothes. When I went to the kitchen, Mary was standing at the stove, stirring a big pot of water with a wooden spoon. She turned around and asked me had I ever thought about getting married, I replied, "Maybe we should talk about that in the morning."

When I asked her what she was cooking, she didn't answer me. Then suddenly, she whispered in my ear, "I would never do anything to hurt you."

Carlotta was in another part of the house listening to music. I then decided to take a bath. After I got in the tub, I soon heard a noise, I looked up and Mary was standing with the steaming pot in both hands. In the next second, my world exploded into a thousand splatters of pure agony. Mary had added grits to the water, making a thick, boiling hot paste. With all her strength, she hurled it at me. The grits scorched my naked back. The pain was so intense that I started screaming.

Carlotta burst in. "Al!" she screamed. It was then that I saw the egg sized blisters rising on my burned flesh. Mary rushed out of the bathroom.

Carlotta called a ambulance and was tending to me as best she could-when suddenly, we heard a gunshot. Despite being in pain, I rushed to Mary, she lay on the floor dead, clutching a gun.