About an hour ago I made myself some nachos (yes, nachos for breakfast.) I decided my normal source of spicy goodness for food, crushed red pepper, wasn't suitable for nachos, so when I was at the store yesterday I got some habanero sauce (probably the strongest hot sauce one is likely to find at the average food library.) After thinking about it for a little bit, I decided a third of the bottle was good as I'd probably want more later.
So I finish making my nachos and sit down to eat. A few chips in, I think this is the spiciest thing I've ever eaten. This is... fucking great!
After a few more chips, I start thinking that maybe I over did it with the hot sauce.
Half way, my tongue feels like it's one big third-degree burn, the inside of my mouth is numb, my eyes are watering, I've broken into a cold sweat, I'm having convulsions, and there's a tiny leprechaun dancing around my plate singing a song he said he wrote for me titled Kommander is a Wee Little Girl. Still, I press on. I made the nachos, I'm going to eat them.
Three-quarters of the way through, I don't remember my name or where I am, I can't move my jaw, and three more leprechauns showed up and they formed a barbershop quartet. I admit defeat, and push the plate away.
So, do I need to turn in my man card?
So I finish making my nachos and sit down to eat. A few chips in, I think this is the spiciest thing I've ever eaten. This is... fucking great!
After a few more chips, I start thinking that maybe I over did it with the hot sauce.
Half way, my tongue feels like it's one big third-degree burn, the inside of my mouth is numb, my eyes are watering, I've broken into a cold sweat, I'm having convulsions, and there's a tiny leprechaun dancing around my plate singing a song he said he wrote for me titled Kommander is a Wee Little Girl. Still, I press on. I made the nachos, I'm going to eat them.
Three-quarters of the way through, I don't remember my name or where I am, I can't move my jaw, and three more leprechauns showed up and they formed a barbershop quartet. I admit defeat, and push the plate away.
So, do I need to turn in my man card?
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