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Originally Posted by Ron61
Dan,
A good friend of mine who owns a garage used to sell gas many years ago. He hired one of the local Mexican boys that we all knew to work in the afternoons so he could work in the garage with his Father. Ed, the Mexican boy would bring a small bag of peppers to work every day and eat them like candy. I decide to taste one once and it took two days for my eyes to stop running. Then he made a bad mistake. He fed one to Jack's big German Shepherd. It took a week before he could come around Kaiser again. His stomach must have been lined with iron.
Ron  |
Way back, I was stationed at Lowrey , now long gone, in Denver. There was a bar/lounge [also long gone] in downtown that we used to start out at and sometimes finish at. The bartender would eat a bowl of Green Chili every night. The cook made it special for him. I asked him about it and he said this is too hot for you. And, of course, I said that so far there had never been anything too hot for me! The cook brings out the chili and the btender says get another bowl. He scoops some out from the same pot he is getting his and I taste. I felt like the soles of my shoes were delaminating and that was the coolest part of my body. I ACTUALLY could not breathe, don't know why I didn't pass out. And the bartender, a yanqui, just sits there spooning down a LARGE bowl of the napalm.
Was in Denver 2 months ago, EVERYBODY serves 'green chili' there now. Not the same stuff!!