It started with a stuffed jalapeño wrapped in bacon.

Okay, it was four stuffed jalapeños wrapped in bacon.

We take “Game of Thrones” night seriously in the Fleshman-Thomas household. Six family members, bonded by a hatred of Joffrey Baratheon and a love of hot dragon mamas, eating homemade chicken enchiladas and the aforementioned jalapeños.

Someone should have put a disclaimer on the produce sticker of those jalapeños because four days later, my boobs looked like this:

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Oh yeah, and a poop machine that looked like a tiny human was about to show up with hypnotic powers that sedate and mesmerize otherwise high-functioning adults. The lesson here is to watch what you eat, ladies. Practice safe Mexican food.

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