I am writing this message with one hand. Why, you may ask? Well the story begins in my backyard yesterday, searching the vines for some delicious, ripe tomatoes. While on this mission I stumbled upon some innocent, dare I say cute, little peppers growing amongst the tomato plants. Perfect! I thought, these will work great for tacos tonight. Fast forward 5 hours, 'damn, these tacos are spicy.' Fast forward 2 hours 'damn, my fingers are burnings.' This morning you can find me with my hand soaking in a bowl of milk because the fire has engulfed my entire left hand. Oh life.
So what's the moral of the story kids? Use protection.
The culprit.
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