The man is a lover of all things hot. Not just hot. Cry hot. Sweat hot. Curse hot. One fateful Thanksgiving when some family nimrod gave concentrated hot sauce to him...vomit hot. The point is. He likes hot. So I found these nuts out shopping one day and bought them. Mostly because the label cracked me up and they were supposedly very hot.
He went ape! Loved them! I was a hero. A goddess. A genius! I smelled them. They smelled really nice. So one night he went to bed and I ate half of one. That's right. Half of a peanut (the hot comes form Habenero). It was not pretty. It was, in fact, pretty much like a chick flick or a comedy. I coughed...coughed...sneezed...sneezed..coughed/sneezed...coughed/sneezed...cursed. Cried. My eyes watered for twenty minutes. So now I am wiser. I satisfy myself by simply sniffing his nuts. They're too hot for me. But if love pain of the pepper kind check 'em out.
XOXO
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Nothing like a whiff of hot nuts.
Fuck the nuts, I want Cheesecake in a Jar!! What IS that? Where's my bingeing spoon?
Maha, wv: flatho - I think they put in an extra L there.
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