The original person called in sick at the last moment and I happened to be standing there at the judge’s table, asking for directions to the Coors L...ight truck, when the call came in. I was assured by the other two judges (Native New Mexicans ) that the chili wouldn’t be all that spicy; and, besides, they told me I could have free beer during the tasting, so I accepted and became Judge #3.Here are the scorecard notes from the event:CHILI # 1 - MIKE’S MANIAC MONSTER CHILIJudge # 1 -- A little too. If you came to visit this year, they were going to ensure they left here pregnant with your child. I wish I could state that I will be the focus of all eyes here, I’m old enough to accept that isn’t even a remote possibility.”As he walked down the stairs, I heard the murmurs of surprise from the people there to greet incoming arrivals. Three different people, in three different languages, announced that claims of that the old man had died were false. When he was clear of the stairs, I. “She’s…” James began. It was a race between Maggie and me to see who could cut him off first. I won, at least by appearances – perhaps because I was the only one willing to speak aloud.“She’s family,” I said. “That’s the final card to play. Long lives, only two main bloodlines, ours is big and powerful and scary with the Compulsion and whatnot. Yes, sensei, I am able to connect a few dots, even up here in the dark recesses of my own rectum.”“Dianna indulges herself,” Maggie said coldly. “I. Kimberly was spelled out with vines.I just had to ask if her bra matched. She turned to face me blushing quite nicely as she lifted her top up to her shoulders. Her bra did match but it was unlike any bra that I had ever seen before. It too was a G-string. The two tiny cones that tried to cover her areolas were only being held there by tiny bright orange strings. Kimberly’s breasts were much bigger than I had thought. She was a good D-cup and those cones hardly covered five percent of her boob.