In my prime I could eat six tacos with hot sauce, then do cartwheels and summersaults with no ill effects.
Now, if I were to eat six tacos with hot sauce, I would have to do three things:
- Call 911 and scream, “I’ve been poisoned!”
- Make sure there is a clear path to a bathroom with working fan.
- Spend the rest of the evening lying down, except for when I am sitting (see #2).