So, the other night, Mrs. G and I went out for some nice chinese food. I ordered grilled dumplings as a starter. I speared one on my fork when it arrived (i hadn't thought to ask for chopsticks, and i was probably too lazy to have bothered using them if they'd been provided anyway), dipped it in the soy vinager, and then bit into it. the fucker popped and hissed open, spitting out a gout of steam onto the sensitive surface of my tongue, and it really really fucking hurt. I now demand your pity and sympathy.
oooo inner mouth steam burn has gotta hurt. I offer sympathy only slightly ruined by a quiet snigger.
