There is crazy and there is people that can eat hot stuff and enjoys it. When I was young I liked hotter stuff but nothing like this. I like to enjoy the stuff I eat. There was a wing place that had like 60 different flavors. Most weren’t that hot. They had a scale of 1-5. 5 was the hottest and they would only make 5 wings at a time. If you ordered 20 you would have to eat the first 5 and still want the others. I ordered them and I ate the 5 but changed to a lesser hot for the others. Mouth on total fire and sweating was not enjoyable. I thought that was hot until I was at a bar that had bottles of hot sauce on the wall. I asked what the hottest was (I don’t remember the name) but he dipped the tip of a toothpick in it and handed to me. Never again. It lit me up so bad it took my breath. And what it did the next day while on the toilet was not kool. These people doing this are asking for it.
“ And what it did the next day while on the toilet was not kool.”
We refer to that as an “exit wound”