
Originally Posted by
I Took the Red Pill
I love it.
I went to a chicken wing fest one time with all these different vendors and there was to be a hottest sauce contest later, so we went around to all the vendors and requested their "contest sauce". All of them were pretty damn hot, but one guy was holding out on us because he only could make a small amount of sauce, specifically for the contest, because the ingredients were too expensive to make too much of it. We eventually pestered him into giving us some, prefacing it with "Don't touch your eyes or your Johnson". We eat them. 5 minutes later, my friend has his head buried in a garbage can, hurling it out because his stomach simply rejected it. As I'm laughing at him and feeling superior, I brush my eye with my hand. I didn't know pain could exist in that capacity until that moment. And that is my best spicy food story. At least I didn't touch my Johnson.