I know a set of brothers who all have this ingrained. They have each said at one point or another “You gotta fuck the fire.”

Hope the intent has/will always be basic firepit maintenance.

Didn’t notice goth Beaker last time. Looked and found more.

But with less irony/satire.

Alternatively…

Spice will give you an approximation of a “runner’s high” without the tedious mucking about of exercise. There is, of course, an upper limit which too many products tip past.

They also had that one whose yeast had been to space. Way the hell overpriced and not very good.

Their canned red sauce is always a gamble between mild to decently hot. Would recommend.

As a self proclaimed “marine biologist,” I can neither confirm nor deny.

Vinegar tends to be too forward. I go for the stuff you’ll find in a Mexican market or “ethnic” aisle of a grocery store. Peppers being an ingredient higher than most others beyond water catch my eye. Melinda’s is alright, though I’ve seen them branch out quite a bit from their more humble beginnings.

I’m sure birds are immune as well as Steve-O, can’t say for sure of rodents.

Much as I love spicy foods/hot sauce, this weapons grade shit is just silly.

I once signed a waiver to purchase a spicy chicken sandwich and will never do so again.

Half expecting to see Picard hallucinating there.