Last night I went to a hot wing-eating contest. You had to eat 12 flaming a$$ hot wings in under 6 minutes. The Prize: an orange T-shirt and your picture taken to be put on the wall.
I won. 12 wings in 67 seconds. The wings were so hot, my endorphins kicked in and I felt stoned for about an hour after. I didn’t intend on getting drunk, but my mouth was burning so bad that I couldn’t stop pounding beers.
This morning was my worst ever. I found myself holding on to the toilet for dear life. My whole body was shaking! I had goose bumps!