Rheckameohs
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Yep. A year or two ago, my friends and I were eating at a local restaurant when one of them noticed its Wall of Fame. (Somewhat related: there was a Wall of Shame as well, and it had many, many more pictures.) To get on it, you had to eat a basket full (10, in this case) of these hot wings smothered in some demonic sauce of the owner's creating. Being reckless and prone to personal injury, I decided to give it a shot.Q: Have you ever eaten something that got your picture on a "Wall of Fame?" Tell us about it. i.e. Giant Steak, Spicy Chicken Wings, etc.
When they brought the wings out, I could smell the demonic force present in the sauce. "What the hell, man," I told myself, and considered backing out. I didn't for two reasons:
1. I didn't want to be seen as a pussy
2. Once the challenge starts, you're not allowed to stop
And so I immediately dug in. I was a ravenous animal, and powered through the first six with ease. Then, while I was working on the seventh, the heat kicked in. It hurt like hell and I started crying while eating. After the seventh went down, I started on the eighth. By this point, my eyes were watering both from crying and from the capsaicin irritating the shit out of them. My sinuses were burning because of the smell, and my mouth was suddenly more geologically active than Io. After the eighth went down, I powered through the ninth and tenth within a time span of maybe forty-five seconds. After I threw the tenth one down, the crowd began cheering over my success. I, on the other hand, downed two glasses of milk and promptly ran to the bathroom to puke.
In the end, I had my picture taken and placed on the Wall of Fame next to the four others who had come before me.
Alright, question time.
Q. Have you ever considered dropping out of school for any reason? If so, describe.