Chilli Pepper Part 2
I am brown. My parents are brown. I have been raised brown. Thousands of years of brown heritage make it possible for me to withstand immense amounts of spice. My groupmates are amateurs, AMATEURS! when it comes to spicy food. It looked a little dangerous, but I’ve eaten chillis before. And 20 points in Big 2! One step closer to the free luxurious meal in Vietnam? I couldn’t resist.
I stuck it in my mouth, chewed and swallowed. No biggy. Spicy, yes, but really not that bad. And then it came, from the far reaches of my stomach. A fire that went up my throat and into my mouth. It took less than a minute to go from spice-loving, brown person to man on fire, reaching for water and rice. I let the water stay in mouth, hoping it would cool my tongue. 20 points on Big 2! I should have asked for 50! 100 even! It took a good 5 minutes for the pain to subside. My comrades were very supportive of my pain, by laughing their azzes off. Mental note: don’t eat red Thai chilli peppers.
