My Spice Limit

So tonight after a dismal show, Paige, her mom, and I went to Buffalo Wild Wings. I thought to myself, "Let's take a chance. Test your tongue" Wow I'm dumb. BWW's (for those in the know), has about 15 different sauces ranging from sweet bbq to blazin'. I didn't think I'd try for blazin'. They have a 'Wall of Fame' for those select few who can eat 12 blazin' wings in 10 minutes, and needless to say there aren't many pictures on the wall. There is, however, one crazy bastard who did the challenge. Three times in a row in one night. So, I thought I'd try mango habenaro. This one is the 3rd hottest. Not smart. My nose was instantly cleared and dripping. My brow began to bead up and I had to use my napkin to remove sweat. I couldn't feel my tonuge. It felt like a ritual bonfire that had to be kept buring through the night was taking place on my sensitive tongue. I ordered other kinds of wings, and I used the medium ones to cool down the mango habenaro ones. Usually medium is fine for me, and here I am using it as a coolant. Now back at home, I feel sick. I think my stomach hates me.