I meant to post this earlier, but I didn’t. Anyways, if you eat enough meals with me, then you’ll know that I like to eat really spicy foods. And not the wimpy tame version of hot you might get with a spicy chicken combo #6 (tho that is good too). If the dish doesn’t have a good kick, then to me it’s kinda just meh. I’ve been known to bring big bottles of this stuff to work just for lunch. I think I got the hot taste bud from my dad…

Well, the other day I found out what my spiciness limit is. We got pizza and wings for dinner at study group last week, and being the guy that I am (see above), I suggested to get an order of the hottest wings on the menu. I was feeling pretty good about it, because I’ve never had anything I couldn’t handle — spiciness wise. So I then took one bite out of a chicken drum-ette, and I thought this isn’t so bad. But after 2 seconds my mouth just kinda exploded and caught on fire. Instead of a kick, it felt like someone poured fire into my mouth and then chuck norris roundhouse kicked me in the face. And of course, that was the first thing I had. The other guys, not wanting to be seen as girly-men in front of the ladies, (un)wisely tried it for themselves after they had mostly finished eating the other stuff. There was crying and lots of tears involved, for me at least.

Word of advice: Food with waivers attached to them is probably something to stay away from.