A club for people who grow peppers that hurt.
Founded by Ronnie. Established 2026. Not affiliated with the Pecker Heads.
We grow hot peppers. Then we eat them, trade the seeds, and argue about whose is hotter. That is the whole club.
Nobody here is a scientist. Ronnie drove a truck for 40 years and grows peppers that would make a scientist sit down. If you have a plant, a pot, or a windowsill, you qualify.
Meetings run about an hour. Half of it is talking. The other half is somebody finding out what a Carolina Reaper does.
You climb the Scoville scale the same way you climb anything: one bad decision at a time. Heat shown in Scoville Heat Units (SHU).
You came to watch. That's fine. Sit in the back and keep the milk cold.
You showed up, ate one, and lived. You're in.
You grow your own. You've sweated through a shirt on purpose. You've said "it's not that bad" and meant it.
You've cried in front of strangers and asked for another. People warn their kids about you.
There is one Reaper. His name is Ronnie. You don't earn this rank. He hands it down when he's done with it.
We meet once a month while the plants are producing. Bring a chair, a pepper, and something to drink that isn't water.
No dues. No forms. No handshake, because see rule two.
Tell Ronnie you want in, and show up to a meet-up. Eat something. That's the whole application.
Tell Ronnie you're in