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I’m known in my friend group as the one with a strong stomach, so during a game night, someone brought ghost pepper chips and dared me to eat a handful.
Being the clown I am, I downed like six. For five minutes, I felt invincible. Then the devil arrived.
Stomach cramps, nausea, sweating like I ran a marathon. But the worst part? The gas. Explosive, unrelenting, loud-and-proud farts that made everyone gag.
I excused myself to go home but didn’t make it far. My stomach clenched so bad I collapsed on the sidewalk outside my apartment. Neighbors saw. I was curled on the pavement like I got sniped.
An ambulance came (thanks to a kind neighbor who thought I was dying), and I had to explain to an ER nurse that my digestive system was waging war over some spicy chips.
I’m now banned from spice dares forever. My friends made a trophy that says “Most Likely to Explode.”
TL;DR: Ate ghost pepper chips to flex. Ended up crop-dusting game night and nearly passing out from the cramps. Ambulance was called. Dignity was lost.
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