It was my friend's birthday and we decided to go grab a bite to come together as a group to celebrate this good time for him and out of the norm comes the idea to try out Buffalo Wild Wing's hot wings challenge. I honestly didn't think it would be that bad because I am immune to hot & spicy things because of my southern upbringing with a lot of foods being in that category, so it wasn't in any thought of my mind that this would be tough for me at all.

We get there and settle in. The birthday boy then bribes a bet on all of us who are doing the challenge with him stating that if he finishes the entire platter while we still have at least 7 hot wings on ours, we have to pay for his dinner. Didn't seem like too much of anything, especially with the ego of most men being that we are always in for competition with one another. The competition STARTS:

I put the first wing and my mouth and tried to breathe in and I could feel disco inferno inside of my chest as I tried to gasp for air. I wasn't really into trying to pay for my friend's meal just as I wasn't trying to eat these really hot wings that I wasn't enjoying at all and not even be able to have my picture on the wall. I couldn't keep a straight face and my nostrils were flared like Marilyn Monroe's skirt. It was really a hard time. I didn't want to keep my mouth closed, I was smacking my food, anxious to get a glass of water and even worse, wipe my hands over my teary eyes.

In the end, I got through with it like a champ and excelled onto greater heights as I entered on the wall of hell's hottest. I don't prefer or recommend anyone who likes the feel of life and what it is like to lose your breath for the longest 6 minutes you will ever endure.

Look up, Marlon! Say cheese.

God loves ya,
Be well.