We were on a boat somewhere between Cozumel and Ilsa Mujeres when we encountered a squad of British Marines. They were stationed in Belize, and out for a little R and R. They were drunker than we were, which is saying a lot, and we hit it off from the beginning. After many more shots of the local Mezcal, and several worms, I decided it was time for a challenge. I called them a bunch of pussies, and indicated they should prove their manhood by engaging in a pepper-eating contest with us. (There just happened to be a bowl of fresh Habaneros close by.) All of us, with much ceremony, started eating ‘em whole, and drinking more of the local liquid. The fucking indigenous people couldn’t believe their eyes. They were laughing their asses off, as we proceeded to make complete fools of ourselves. We ate a lot of peppers, and eventually, after the Brits took turns holding each other up, by the legs, over a trashcan, puking their guts out; they conceded defeat, and the drinking really started.
I prayed for a quick and painless death the next morning. The hangover was nothing compared to the Hot Butt.
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Come on ice cream!
Who says peppers don’t burn twice. Just Damn!
Anybody who eats whole habaneros on purpose just ain’t right. I just had some habanero sauce with my steak, though. It was muy bueno!
.. heh heh.. I fucked up a bunch of Royal Marines from 45 Commando once… they wanted to try some of my Copenhagen snuff… to their credit, they never fell out of the forced march.. they just kept puking on the go..
Ring of Fire, man. Stings like a mother!