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This story is from 19 Not Me 73. Is this the hottest wing you have? I used to own a wing

joint, nothing fancy but a good selection of wing flavors and beer. Sounds good to me. Inevitably, we'd have people come in and order the suicide wings.

I like super spicy food, so these were pretty damn hot.

Of those people, about 5 to 10% would always start the joke slash sarcastic conversation.

These aren't that hot, can't you do better? Yuck, yuck, yuck. One of my best regulars, a dentist

who fancied himself, a gardener, decided to help us out and planted a ghost pepper bush. At the time,

the hottest pepper in the world. And he could bring us the bounty of his harvest. And he would

intentionally underwater the bush so the peppers would be as hot as they could be

when he would bring us the peppers i would grind them seeds and all into a nice paste which i would

combine with our suicide sauce and keep to decide for when our spicy wing connoisseurs would show up

and complain about the suicide source not being hot enough. I would only serve them one deathhead

wing, seemed a fitting name. I would make them wear gloves to eat it to prevent capsaic

burns on their skin. I would specifically tell them about the heat they were about to get into,

trying to dissuade them from eating this culinary monstrosity. By the time we got through all this, every single person always now viewed this as an insult

to their manhood.

Never had a woman complain about the heat, but would sometimes actually ask if there was

another level they could try, and could be stopped from eating this wing.

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