GreenHunk looooooves his spicy food. Last night I made risotto and chicken, and he dumped straight habanero powder all over his. Then he tried to coerce me into eating a bite. I wasn't hungry, and after he kept trying and trying to make me eat some I realized it was because it was covered in fucking habanero powder. Then I was like GET IT AWAY! (And I like spicy food, just not insanely painful spicy food.) Then I forgot and kissed him and stopped mid-kiss to scream, "OW!"

We waited for a good half-hour before trying for sexytimes, but it was no use. Fucking habanero powder was all over his hands. And it got...in some really bad places. We persevered, but then as we were showering he got some in some other really bad places. We were giggling like drunken idiots, but he still couldn't try to go to sleep for at least 15 minutes because, in his words, "Ow...my balls...."

And then this morning I woke up to make breakfast and noticed that he had gotten habanero powder all over the counter. Somehow I breathed it or something as I was making breakfast. I keep coughing.

In conclusion: Fucking habanero powder.