It's like a credit card

Last night we went to Santana's after the bars let us out. When I received my bean and cheese burrito, I did my usual favorite by drizzling the contents with green sauce and adding an extra layer of onion and hot pepper. Sadly, I don't know the name of the type of pepper, but it enhanced every bite with flaming hot ecstasy. This morning, I paid for it in pain. Take that, butthole!