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Originally Posted by Rausch
I remember eating the hottest 8 wings at Buffalo Wild Wings and thinking they were pretty tame. They were hot but not something you'd have to push yourself to finish.
Then the next day came. And then came cramping I haven't felt since I had my appendix ready to burst. And then I $#it a stream of radioactive liquid hellfire. And I moaned. Hurt so much I moaned and cried.
Not eyes watering, I sobbed like a little bitch.
My colon and ass just can't handle hardly any real heat these days. And that was some very weak BWW's sauce.
I'd let an NBA player fist me before I'd eat and digest anything close to a ghost pepper...
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This is what happens when I eat the hottest wings I can get my hands on. So I always go down just one level, then I'm fine.