The man in black.
A long time ago in a place far far away (halls kitchen in Uni) I was challenged to drink a whole Tabasco (not the currently flooded Mexican state - that would have been ridiculous but a 250ml bottle of the hot, legendary pepper sauce (according to their website)) for a fiver (a lot of money in those days). Desparate to prove my macho credentials in front of one of the few decent girls at my Uni (Imperial - just ask) I agreed.

I thought I was being clever when I removed the plastic drippy thing from the top - there was no way I was going to complete this challenge one drip at a time, and cunningly used a straw to swiftly emty the bottle down my throaght with as little contact with my lips and tongue as possible. Smugly I finished the glass of milk I had ready to rinse my mouth of the (surprisingly little) chilliness (water does not work - it makes it worse), held out my hand and recieved my reward. I then went to the bar to enjoy my newly acquired riches and glory.

All was well until I awoke at about 5 in the morning covered in sweat and to say "with severe abdominal pain" would have been an understatement - something was definately not right - kidney failure and appendicitis crossed my mind, then a dim recollection of the bet - apparently the compination of 5 pints of Murphy's and 250ml of Tabasco was not sitting easily and needed out - quickly. Luckily I had not pulled said girl and no - I did not shit the bed - I made it to the one toilet for the six rooms in the block just in time for a tubgirlesque frothy fountain to erupt in the general direction of the bog. Unfortunately the pain did not abate - it got worse and I was confined for the suqbequent few hours moaning slightly and feeling sorry for myself. After a while the other students began to wake up for their lectures and try to get into the shared bathroom and their concern and amusement ("are you OK in there?") gave way to frustation ("we need to crap too!") my cred rating also going down the toilet I was forced to eat humble pie, apologise and try to explain. They were non too pleased either to find that when I eventually did exit there was no loo roll left. And all the while it burned, burned burned...

Length - About 3 hours of sweating, straining and shivering.
(jmaxi returned again on, Fri 2 Nov 2007, 12:01, Reply)