Coworker from Pakistan claimed he could eat the hottest peppers in the world, so we brought him to Studio 82 (RIP) for wings. He ordered the hottest wings they sold, the waiter tried to talk him out of it, but my buddy is stubborn.
The wings arrive and he devoured five or six, didn't break a sweat, didn't drink anything and said they were pretty good. He called us babies and said he has been eating peppers they don't even have names for back home since he was a baby. He finished his plate and politely asked if one of the waters on the table was his, and calmly had a sip. He was pretty much immune to the heat.
How does this work?
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