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I have danced with this devil before. Having been tried and tested in the worst wingstop and wild wings could throw at me, and left wanting more, I bought a bottle. After making fajitas for the family, I decided a line of this battery acid along my sour cream would be an easy way to up the spice. Indeed it did. My God in Heaven, it did..... Needless to say, after eating one fajita and admiring the flavor, I began to sweat. Then I began to breathe like a dragon with asthma, as I swear smoke was flying from my lips. My eyes were wide, though my wife swore my pupils were dilated to pin pricks. Imagine if you will a fat man, with all the grace of a water buffalo on ice skates, bolting back to the kitchen. Throwing open the fridge, I found the last mouthful of milk in the jug. Swishing it seemed to only anger the demon I had ingested, as my stomach boiled with the fire of Satan and his followers. Sour cream, ice cream, cream cheese.... The creams failed me. The endorphin rush that pepper eaters love so much made me feel like I had just shot heroin. I stumbled to the bedroom and fell onto it, staring off into space and waiting for what seemed like eons before the burning subsided. I survived. I had made it. Then I went for my second fajita.......