I was making some soup about an hour ago and I put in some powdered cayanne pepper. I just touched my eye and I guess I had some pepper still on my fingers because now my eye burns like hell! Ouch! Anyone else ever do something dumb like that??
…well, nothing that stupid…
It could be worse - my mom once ruinned a pair of contact lenses that way.
If you want to experience True Pleasure, scratch your nuts. (assuming you got 'em)
Well, it’s been a while (sigh), but GrizzWife had some hot-wings one night at a local eatery. After returning home, we started getting cuddly and romantic, and she treats me to a session of extra-special oral lovin’ that my member won’t soon forget!
It felt kinda hot, but every time she breathed in through her mouth was an extra-extra thrill for me!
On another note, I did scratch my nose after cutting up some cayenne peppers for drying.
WOO-EEE!
My nose ran until the next day!
My dad was once making a pot of chili and really wanted to spice it up for the guys at work. So he bought some peppers (I forget what kind - habeneros, maybe?) and he was about to dice them to throw into the chili when my mom warned him that he may want to wear gloves. My dad, being macho, said he didn’t need any gloves and started slicing into the peppers. Pretty soon, his fingers were burning, and reacted by sticking his fingers in his mouth.
I’ve never seen a person down a whole gallon of tea at once before.
Get naked and into the tub (it’s messy) and dribble milk onto affected part of the eye while wiping occasionally, then using baby shampoo (if available) wash your hair and let the suds run into your eye. Between the oil dissolving power of the milk and the mild detergent of the baby shampoo most of the pepper irritant (oil based) will be washed out.
dumb dumb, or hot food dumb
my worst dumb dumb moment was when I ran full speed into a glass door, it didn’t give, I did, almost bounced right off of the porch, whew
hot food dumb, well you know that wasabi. I was getting cocky and said “I bet I can eat that whole big glob.” Why? I have noooo idea. Naturally they took my bet, I did it, my nostrils emptied, I could smell a dog a mile away. It was HOT but I stuck it out and after awhile it went away. Then nothing much happened for an hour until my stomach said I’m not happy, ooooooohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh it felt like gerbils were trying to nibble there way out of my stomach, remained like that for a whole day.
Related but different…
Leaned waaayyy off balance to hoist open a heavy window–reaching across a broad cedar chest, feet barely planted on a small rug over a highly polished wood floor.
Rug skated and I flailed like a grasshopper in the throes of nerve seizure, legs and elbows flying every which way. Clonked every part of my anatomy on the way down, rattling from window sill to cedar chest, in moves that would shame a Roadrunner cartoon.
Never had so many technicolor bruises in unlikely places.
I can’t imagine why my parents didn’t name me Grace.
Veb
I didn’t do it for a bet. I just did it. covered my finger in it and plonked it in my mouth.
The walls started melting and I saw all these colours. Then I nearly passed out. I don’t think I’m going to do that again.
Place near me sells wasabi flavoured ice cream. It’s kinda interesting.
Um, Grizz, were you being ironic, or was this really fun? Did you ever repeat the experience? Is it something you’d recommend?
I’m always looking for additions to the repertoire.
In 7th or 8th grade, a TV weatherman was going to visit our school. That’s kind of beside the point of the story, but I’m just setting up background. Some kid brought in a big hot pepper. I don’t know what kind it was. Maybe a Hungarian, but I don’t think so because it was darker and a lot hotter than I’d expect a Hungarian to be. (Though I did eat a lot of it.) We broke it up into a few pieces and pulled all the seeds out. We stuffed all the seeds into one of the pieces and I ended up being the one to volunteer to eat it. (I was the kid that ate wierd things.) I ate the whole thing in one bite. Well, I ran around screaming for a little bit, then rubbed my eye.
KAAABOOOOOM!
It was like a bomb being dropped into my eyeball. I ran to the bathroom and splashed water in my eye like mad, but as you might imagine, the water didn’t help much at all. I looked in the mirror and there was a great big red blotch on my forehead where I had rubbed it and got more of the hot pepper oil on it. I barely noticed the burning on my forehead because of the burning in my mouth and especially my eye.
Another time, this summer on Phish tour, I had purchased some vegetables at a grocery store, including a few of each of four different kinds of “assorted hot peppers.” I figured they couldn’t be all that bad if they didn’t even tell you what they were. I was cooking up some grilled cheese sammiches at a rest stop for myself, my traveling companions, and whoever I could convince to come over and eat my food. I had chopped the peppers up really fine, and put the tiniest few shreds on my sammich, from a little squat red one. (One of my traveling companions who knows her peppers said it looked like an underripe habanero. Those things are deadly.) Well, I took one bite and it was hot! I hadn’t even bitten into the actual pepper pieces which were in the sandwich either. When I did, it was bad, even worse than the pepper above. I had to take the sandwich apart and pick out all the little pieces of red. (You learn to never waste food on Phish tour, since you spend most of your time really hungry.) I finished the sandwhich but it was still unpleasant. I tossed the remaining pieces of chopped peppers in the woods, but kind of felt guilty about it, because some animal might try to eat them.