I need more data. Send me higher resolution feet pics immediately, to this address: Donald.Trump at email.com. Please send me as many feet pics as you have!?
I got a pair but haven’t yet been able to get over the weird feeling of having them between my toes. Plus when I walk with them in I walk like a dog in booties
Wow, you can never tell with people. Go to someone’s house, and maybe they’re secret toilet-brush-in-dishwasher people. And there you are, innocently using their dishes.
Imagine going to someone’s house for the first time without bringing your own poop knife. I thought we all learned from that hilarious story that some houses don’t even have a poop knife 😆
Sometimes it’s great having life threatening allergies - my whole life I’ve never trusted food that anyone else has made, I have perfected the art of the polite rejection.
I see things like kitchen sink spaghetti, dishwasher fish, and now dishwasher toilet brush, and I look back at how I’ve coincidentally dodged all those bullets.
(Growing up, in my house “kitchen sink spaghetti” was sometimes also called “crisper drawer pasta”, it was all the wilted, sad vegetables that had been neglected in the fridge. Chopped, roasted, pureed, and served on pasta… No actual sink involved, we just called it kitchen sink spaghetti because it contained “everything except for the kitchen sink”…so learning that some people genuinely use the bare sink to drain pasta - and not just for click bait and views was disgusting eye opening)
I’m generally very uncomfortable around bathroom humor/topics, but i gotta know. Are people really suffering down there from spicy foods? I love spicy food. Like, it took many, many visits before i convinced the indian restaurant near us to give me genuinely spicy food. Now they make it like they make it for themselves.
And don’t get me wrong, I’ve had the burning booty of death before, but the two things aren’t really linked. Like, spiciness has no impact on my bathrooming. I only ever get the burn down there if I’m sick. Is this seriously a problem people have when they so much as smell a bell pepper, as the internet has led me to believe?
As someone who thinks the “Last Dab” sauces from Hot Ones aren’t spicy enough, no. Your body adapts. I only burn my hole if I eat something that’s too salty now.
50 hours sounds like that’s average for how long it takes for food items to be fully digested and completely excreted from the body under normal circumstances, but not necessarily an average minimum amount of time for how long it takes food to start exiting the body in feces.
Those are very different data points, especially in the context of a discussion about spicy foods.
Spicy hot foods are typically spicy because of a chemical called capsaicin, which is an irritant in mammals. In high enough amounts and/or in sensitive people, capsaicin can irritate the lining of the digestive system and that irritation can have a laxative-like effect to varying degrees. In response to irritation, digestive motility / speed will increase, and the general trend is that the quicker something moves through the digestive tract, the less completely it is processed and digested.
Basically, if someone eats too much spicy food for their tolerance level, it is fairly typical for that to move through the digestive system more quickly than average AND the feces will contain proportionally more capsaicin. So, bowel movements less than 24 - 50 hours after eating the spicy food and a burning sensation associated with the act due to undigested capsaicin actually does make sense.
Because it’s so hard to believe that some people’s digestive systems work differently. Gut microflora is notoriously undiverse in humans. Surely the more likely explanation is that the person you’re responding to managed to go their whole life without ever eating spicy food despite actively seeking it out. /s
Maybe there’s a spice level at which I’d get bad shits, but I haven’t gotten so much as a tingle yet and I already have the highest tolerance than any white guy I know. You can be a spice snob and say “you haven’t met my guy Rajesh yet”, but almost no-one saying “spice gives me bad shits” has met Rajesh either so I don’t see the point.
My girlfriend felt the same way until we had a “Hot Ones” party where the spiciest sauce was 750 000 SHU. She went to the bathroom the next morning and I just heard “Ooooooooooooh”…
It’s really weird, but as I’ve aged spicy food has really begun to bother me. I absolutely LOVE how it tastes in my mouth—even the hottest levels of heat are enjoyable to me.
I’d say around the age of 25 it started bothering me some. Then it got worse as I approached 30. Now in my early 30s I can hardly eat anything that’s above “mild” without GI distress several hours later. I’m talking about a horrible burning sensation in my abdomen where it feels as though I can actually track the food moving through my GI tract. The next day I feel ill enough on the toilet that I have to make sure I don’t have plans for the first 1-2 hours of my day.
It’s super sad because I love spicy food, but it’s not worth the payback. I myself work in healthcare and I’ve searched and searched for something that can physiologically explain that phenomenon (getting worse over the years) and there’s not really anything explained in the literature. All I can think of is something to do with changes in GI flora.
Yeah mine has gotten worse over time as well. When I was a teenager, I could eat anything. Now if I get a half scoop of the Chipotle hot salsa on my burrito, I’ll start feeling it 3 or 4 hours later. It sucks.
Yes, it’s an age thing. Even a few years ago I was impressing my asian colleagues with how much I can take, and regularly ate ghost chili and carolina reapers for fun with friends.
Now at 35, had/have some problems down there, and the doctor told me to lay off spicy food, as I had a minor inflammation of my colon.
Same conclusion as you, I love it, but it’s just not worth it. Good news though: I heard that it’s really just a tolerance building thing, so if I stay off really spicy foods for a while, then I should be able to enjoy light spices later.
I weirdly had this issue but over the years I have continued to eat hotter and hotter food and the arsehole issue has gone away completely. Unless I get the shits for some other unrelated reason.
I think they could have done something that didn’t look like a Fleshlight though. This one doesn’t even look like a sand worm… it’s barely a passable Sarlacc.
This reminds of of the classic MS DOS mindscape point and click games like Shadowgate or Deja Vu (“What would you like to SAY to the table?”) And the typical responses of such nonsense:
A lot of this stuff is really cool tho. People rag on modern art because they dont understand it or because they are pushing a regressive worldview onto others. This stuff is good/important because it is weird.
And for as weird as they may seem at first blush, many of these obviously took real skill, thought, and effort to execute. Some of these would even be dangerous or deadly without that effort.
Look on the brightside. You still have the weekend when you are in school. Wait until you get a family and every single fucking weekend is taken up events you don’t want to go to but you get nagged into.
I would gladly take a side job over another weekend birthday party. Work isn’t supposed to be fun, there is something insulting about being dragged to something supposed to be fun but isn’t.
As I am typing this it occurs to me I have a solution to my problem. Thanks for inspiring me.
Eh, OP may be complaining but if they have a family then their family deserves some of their time. A hobby isn’t gonna make the responsibilities disappear, just give them another thing to compete for their time.
Op needs to talk to their family and figure out how to make time for self care.
True, but that still fits with the hobby idea - they could use a personal interest to drag their family into instead of always being dragged to everyone else’s things
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