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I, too, had friends with Pepper Bullshit Syndrome. Each one of them ate a dried habanero just to prove they could. Each one of them suffered greatly. One of them got to the point where he'd carry around one of those little Mexican cellophane bags of dried habaneros to crush and sprinkle on his food. He'd keep them in his baja jacket. Where his hands went. And he had a nasty habit of rubbing his eyes. You can guess how well that ended. He resolved the problem by buying a small can of pepper spray. He'd squirt it on his Taco Bell. We had to have an intervention.