Turn up the A/C because my mouth is on fire

Jalapeno pepper poppers are my favorite bar snack.

I could probably eat fifty if I was drinking beer all night long.

All of my friends know I love the spicy treat, so they try to find new and exciting places with cool jalapeno poppers on the menu. We went to the desert one year for a bachelor party and we had bacon fried ghost chili poppers with garlic cream cheese and chives. They were so tasty, but insanely hot and spicy. I could barely breathe while I was devouring the dish. Last weekend, we went out of town for a concert. While we were away, we decided to frequent one particular restaurant that has a food challenge. They have cheddar and ghost pepper cream cheese filled carolina reapers. If I could ten of them in ten minutes, I could get my name on the wall with only three other people. The contest also came with free beer for life and a cool t shirt. I thought the challenge would be difficult, but I never intended to give up halfway through. As I started to chew through the first hot pepper, sweat started to pour down from my forehead. My mouth was on fire. I was sitting under an AC air vent, but I couldn’t feel any cool air. After finishing the first pepper, I asked the manager to adjust the AC. He agreed, even though I thought he would say no. I guess he wanted to see me finish the challenge. The cold air from the AC poured out of the ductwork. I could feel a steady stream of chilled air on the back of my neck. Still, I could only get through six of those peppers.