Do food challenges like eat super spicy things?
I like the use of my taste buds to much to try this.
That is insane. There must be some level of masochism or toxic attention seeking to motivate anyone to do that to themselves. I bailed on the video at the mustard…I was getting heartburn by proxy…
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I nearly died when I saw him eating a big roll of sushi while retching in the process of trying to eat it. lmao 
Yep, they most certainly do. I know this from personal experience, having completed several of the Death Nut challenges, along with a few other such extreme spice challenges. You can go to YouTube and look them up if you are interested. Search for Tin-Man’s Werds of Wizdumb. That should pull up what few videos I have posted over the years. Hard for me to remember which challenge was the worst. The Death Nut #3 was horrendous. I do sorta remember that. And one of the Paqui Chip challenges was absolutely painful. Overall, though, NONE of them were any fun. (You should try time sometime. They can still be ordered off Amazon, I think. 
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I’d rather eat a Tide pod…
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I found you and subscribed!!
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Oh lol, I see he still hasn’t deleted his “anti-BlackLivesMatters” rant.
Current favorite: Solar Flare, Take 2.
“This is just weird walking around. Like my equilibrium’s off.”
Now that’s severe hotness. 
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And you would probably be better off doing so. 
Thanks, dude! I don’t really have too much on there. Actually, it’s been a few years since I have even added anything to it. The spice challenge days are behind me now. My poor tummy just won’t handle things the way it once could.
The ghost peppers definitely have a kick to them, but they are not too-terribly horrible. My wife grew some in our garden one year. I would regularly chop them up and cook them in my scrambled eggs. Very tasty. On the other hand, I can tell you the World’s Hottest Chocolate Bar is DEFINITELY a painfully dreadful monster. Makes the Solar Flare sunflower seeds feel like a soothing and refreshing treat.
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I do like my curries nice and hot, to the point of eye-watering pain and beyond (lovely!). And I routinely sprinkle my food with liquid pain from a bottle of HOT sauce (for the time being it is Dave’s Gourmet Ultimate Insanity Hot Sauce). But I’m NOT going to do any such challenges, because I use chiliies and hot sauces for my own gastronomical adventures and enjoyment, not for testing how much pain I can endure. And I’m terrible at withstanding pain inflicted upon me when I cannot control it. But when I am in control and can adjust, I can withstand quite a lot. At least that’s my perspective.
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My stepson who lives with us loves to cook for us. That’s the good news. The bad news is he likes lots of hot spicy dishes. Things that make me choke and gag and burn off what’s left of my hair make him happy. I think it is a matter of individual taste and what you’re willing to acclimate yourself to.
For me though anything where I end up not being able to feel my own lips is just … not RIGHT.
Reminds me of one time when I was working as part of the support element during Special Forces training exercises. During that training, myself and a few other idiots acted as OPFOR when the Team guys were practicing building searches and room clearing and such. Sim rounds were used in the rifles and other weapons.(hard wax bullets that made paint balls feel like a love tap. Plus, they were insanely accurate, especially when used by the Team guy shooters.) On top of that, we often engaged them in unarmed combative engagements. (Sounds impressive, right? Well, basically, all that means is that I would pounce on one of them and attempt to “procure” one of his weapons when they entered the room to be cleared. At which time I would end up under a dog-pile of about 5 or 6 pissed off Special Forces operators. (Suffice it to say, they were not very gentle.) So, between getting struck with countless Sim rounds and enduring multiple beat-downs over the course of several weeks, those of us on the OPFOR team typically walked (limped) away looking like abused lepers. Interestingly enough, I had developed a “reputation” (Good or bad, who’s to say?) of being a “psycho” because I would always start laughing hysterically whenever I was being pummeled and/or shredded by multiple rifles within a small room. Couldn’t help myself. I just always found it to be hilarious. And the more it hurt, the harder I laughed.
So, with that in mind, we are at the end of the training period, and I was in the office of the training center NCOIC cleaning up and getting out-processing paperwork completed. He and I were having a conversation about how the training went and how much punishment the support guys took during the room clearing events. He said something that made me smile and start to chuckle. At that point he looked at me and said, “You enjoy the pain, don’t you?” I looked away and simply smiled bigger and started chuckling even more. He then got “excited” and stated, “Ha! I KNEW IT! You are some kind of masochist, you sick fuck!” At that point I just busted out laughing and shaking my head. He continued, “Yep. You ARE! You might want to seek some sort of help for that.” I started laughing harder and he just started shaking his head and then walked out of the room. Now, I don’t know if laughing when I get hurt makes me a masochist or not. I think maybe it is some sort of defense mechanism or something like that. A psychologist might be able to explain it somehow. I don’t know. But during my adult years, I have always started laughing whenever I’m in s situation where I am experiencing a bunch of pain being heaped upon me. Go figure… (*shrugging shoulders*)….
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In my admittedly limited experience compared to yours, it often is.
I recall being a sophomore in our small rural High School and a girl from the freshman class died suddenly. All of the student body (all 125 or so of us) were excused from school to attend the funeral. It was a weird situation because Cheryl (I still remember her name, and I basically didn’t know her other than putting a face with a name) had died and no one would say why. In retrospect I imagine it was a hushed-up drug overdose or more likely a suicide. But at the time it was just, you know, she’s there one day and gone the next and we won’t talk about WTF happened.
So I’m in the middle of this funeral at the quietest part where there is somber organ music playing and a Moment of Silence and I can’t contain my laughter … it was just hilarious to me, the absurdity of the situation and the lack of context, I guess. I somehow (I hope) managed to look like I was having indigestion rather than being a total asshole about poor Cheryl.
My wife is famous for laughing at awkward things and it’s definitely a cover for her general discomfort with the situation. She knows it but can’t help herself. But OTOH, she has also taught me to laugh at the absurdity of life, because, what else can you do?
@Tin-Man, I don’t do well eating super hot peppers. When I did a challenge it caused me to have a panic attack from the burning in my mouth, throat, eyes, and ears. To which I nearly passed out. Never doing that again. Although I do enjoy watching other people do it instead.
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The thing with hot chili stuff is that you have to build up your tolerance gradually. Don’t expect to be able to handle really hot chilies without actually having built a tolerance for them. It’s like trying to fight an MMA fighter without having done any grappling or any other martial arts, and expecting to win.
I was in Mexico City on business at Jumex one summer in the early 1990’s. 2:00pm arrived and we headed out to lunch. On the way, I look over at three men sitting under shade of a truck trailer. Each has a #10 can (the big institutional cans) of jalapeno peppers just popping them down like potato chips. I still marvel how anyone can do that and enjoy the experience…
I struggle with slamming hot monster munch crisps (chips) 
, so probably a no from me.