Fuck yes you bought a hot sauce with a lot of cuss words on the label. Hell shit yeah you did! Get into the heat that is just plain fucking ridiculous. You won’t shit your pants - you'll shit other people's pants! This is for the real motherfuckin’ deal hot sauce connoisseurs. It isn’t just about the heat - these are homegrown Indiana ghost peppers combined with the finest Indiana choice peppers and brought to you by the famous Scoville Brothers. The only people T.J. will fucking work with. They are the pepper tits of the fuck century - this shit will blow your dick right off and if you don’t have a dick you'll grow one [it will be removable] and slap the hat off any man that dare cross you. T.J. guarantees it (by that we mean he does not guarantee a god damn word of it but he fucking loves this hot sauce). Now — get ghost pepper gangster and fuck till you truck - put it on hot buttered corn off the cob while watching his HBO special Meticulously Ridiculous or slather it on cupcakes and rotisserie Chicken while watching Gorburger - no matter what, your tongue will hate you (or be upset for a few days and then get over it) and your mind will be on fire: you will be left feeling more virile, emotionally stable and ghost the people who pepper your life with frustration. This is not just some hot sauce - this is Fucking Intense Ghost Pepper Type Shit.
GET INTO IT.