Whenever the children and I walk past something dead, squashed, and rotting in the road, I always remind them not to lick it. "Don't lick that" is how I always say it. (It's just one of those reminders.)
My husband, unaware of this habit, began to de-seed a basket of serrano peppers. When he brought them to the sink announcing he was dying from their heat, I asked how big of a bite he had taken. He said, "None!". It was then I inhaled a lungful of de-seeded serrano pepper - and coughed. And wheezed. They were so strong, I thought it prudent to remind him not to get them anywhere near his butthole.
(He asked, "What's wrong with you?")
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