I can not eat any hot and spicy foods anymore

 ==[flickr-photo:id=5037197887,size=m] Wolfpack Quarterback

Going to have to look into importing some of these.
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and fighting a mental battle due to my first loss in this arena, I'm still proud to say that I ate something hotter than pepper spray.
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[flickr-photo:id=5069323983,size=m] The quiet guy in the corner, figuring out how to destroy all of you.

That is one hell of a story, being a massive wuss when it comes to hot food I tip my hat to you.

On the subject of whats best to cool your taste buds down, I've always thought something sweet like flavoured milk works.

Thanks for sharing. That made me chuckle. I feel your pain but it's still funny. 

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Death, chaos and mayhem, the music of the night

Five MILLION Scoville Units?!?! Now understand, I pride myself on being able to endure and enjoy spicy foods that would leave the common person writhing on the floor and praying for the sweet embrace of death, but FIVE MILLION?!?!?! That is just insane. I am not too proud to admit that you have far surpassed my level of heat tolerance. Our standards are the same, in that heat for the sake of heat means nothing if the dish is not also flavorful enough to inspire continued ingestion. Could it be that I have found a Sifu worthy enough to bow my knee to? Why yes, I believe that is the case here. It takes a great man to overcome all obstacles, but it takes an even greater man to admit defeat and continue to fight despite it.

Somehow your endeavor reminds me of a line from Patric McLean's novel "How To Succeed In Evil." 

Edwin tugged on his left shirt cuff and said "It is not death or pain that is to be dreaded, but the fear of pain or death." You have looked fear in the eye and said "bring it on!"

Best line in the post: I looked into the chili.  The chili looked into me.  We both nodded.  It was go time.

Abaddon, Baphomet, Samael, "that bitch who stole my wallet"... I am known by many names.

Sgt. Renee Jordan PUMC, PUV James Keeling

About a million years ago (okay, it was 15 years ago, but whatever) I worked as an "Executive Protection Agent" for a private company in Nashville, which is a polite way of saying "bodyguard" (yeah, chicks work in that field too), and part of our training involved taking a shot in the face with pepper spray, just so we'd have intimate knowledge of how it worked (we also had to take a shot from a tazer... fucking motherfucking holyshit why is my nervous system not responding?!?). I cannot imagine any pain greater than pepper spray.

Abaddon, Baphomet, Samael, "that bitch who stole my wallet"... I am known by many names.

Sgt. Renee Jordan PUMC, PUV James Keeling

Let's just say that I received a high compliment that night: the group I watch UFC with is pretty much comprised of ex fighters, guys who basically shelled money out of their own pocket to travel around the country beating the shit out of people back before you could really make a living out of it.  Some of them even have world championships under their belts.

Everyone of them has a trademark skill or move, something that they were known for.  Chad, the evil mastermind behind the whole ordeal, made the comment "If it were possible to make a fighter that has Jay's knees, Derek's right hand, my kicks, and Josh's pain tolerance, he'd be damn near impossible to beat".  Coming from a grappling background and always feeling a bit left out that I never competed in anything with strikes, that made me walk with a little extra pimp in my step.

Then I had to poop, and that feeling was gone.
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the fat content helps coat and displace all the little nasties that cover your mouth and stomach lining.

The odd thing is that what I felt wasn't a feeling of something super hot, all it was was pure and total pain.  Normally when I eat something that has spice, especially a lot of spice, I'm aware that there's heat behind what I feel; this had none of that, it just hurt.
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Just to see what the fuss is about; that, and I kinda like the feel of electricity. 

Pepper spray to the eyes, though, would have me second guessing.  I've got a bit of an eye "thing", so I'd have to swallow some fear to get that done.  I'd probably go through with it, but it would take a few deep breathes to get ready for it.
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So I have ruined Christmas this year. My wife and I are at the mall the other day at Books-A-Million.  They have a Nook color on display.  I tell my wife that the one thing that I don't really want for Christmas is a Nook.  I want the iPad. For several reasons. So the next day come to find out that is what she had already bought me.  I have been in the doghouse ever since.

[flickr-photo:id=5069323983,size=m] The quiet guy in the corner, figuring out how to destroy all of you.

...you'd just loooove getting hit with a tazer for about a millisecond, after which you would experience the "holy shit motherfuckingshit why isn't my nervous system responding!" feeling, followed shortly by the "holy shit motherfuckingshit did I just piss myself?!?" feeling. There were 30 of us in the first training class for this company, all of us either military or law enforcement vets, and we were warned that some people do lose control of their bowel and/or bladder, so everyone brought a change of clothes... three of us had to use them.

Not me though, thank god. It was embarassing enough that I screamed somewhere in the upper ultrasonic range :)

Abaddon, Baphomet, Samael, "that bitch who stole my wallet"... I am known by many names.

Sgt. Renee Jordan PUMC, PUV James Keeling

you got her what she wanted, otherwise, your pain is just beginning.

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I have to say that's a type of training method I've never really agreed with much. It's pretty much the equivalent of saying that to fully appreciate firearms, we have to shoot you. Just doesn't make sense to me, unless you're training to fully resist the pepper spray and tazer, then it makes sense. If that was the case all I can say is, major respect.

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Death, chaos and mayhem, the music of the night

I point blank cannot comprehend how someone getting you a gift that you don't want is your fault. That makes no sense to me unless you asked for it, but why would do that? Logically, it's their fault for getting something you didn't want, perhaps they could have asked you first before dropping a pile of green on pricey electronics. Sorry but it just narks me when people get blamed for something that blatantly isn't their fault.

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Death, chaos and mayhem, the music of the night

Once you have opended said Nook, throw it at her simply yelling - DO NOT WANT!

that was epic.  i love the story behind the chili stomping you into submission.  any chance you could freeze and mail me a bowl of that there chili???

Had I opened it I would have been happy with it for the simple fact that she got me something that I could use. And that she paid attention to what I like. Even if it was a little off the mark.

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I got her a new camera.  It's the Samsung TL210 in Red.  Her favorite color. She keeps saying that she exchanged it for coal.

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You've ruined Quality Street Chocolates for me:

http://www.qualitystreet.co.uk/products/oursweets/favourite_sweet.aspx

Can't think why

At Sigler-Fest!

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I'm sure she was justa alittle frustrated 'cuase she was hoping that you would be surprised and really like it. At least there's time to return it.... Paint her toenails and give her a nice backrub (even tho you did nothing wrong)

As a very wise man told my hubby (before the wedding): "Ask yourself this, Do you want to be Right? Or do you want to be Happy?" Seems to be working for Dad and Mom, 50 years together and going strong.

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I grew up in a family where no one would ask each other what they wanted for Christmas...just guess, buying and hope for the best. Well, let me tell you, while the thought was there, they frequently missed the mark.

Enter the outlaws  (my affectionate name for my in-laws).  They required a Christmas List with a set limit and you buy for one person in the family.  At first I thought, "Where's the fun in that!!!" But then I came to realize, if I gave a list ... a long list... I still didn't know what they were buying (so there was still a bit of a surprise) but whatever they bought I couldn't bitch cause I said I wanted it.  It's fucking brilliant. I get what I want and a wee bit of a surprise.

When it comes to the hubby, I used to give him hints but he wouldn't buy me what I hinted at because he wanted the gift to be a complete surprise. *sigh* Again while the thought was there it didn't always end up being what I wanted.  Now, we agreed to either tell each other "I WANT THIS" and we get that thing OR we buy our own gifts, come home and say, "this is what you bought me for Christmas". Problem solved.

Don't get me wrong, I am thankful for any gift I'm given, it's just the notion that the gift has to be a complete surprise is totally overrated, imho