There is a certain spicy roll we like to order at our favorite sushi restaurant (seen here), and usually it’s so spicy I can’t eat it. Or it knocks me out. Dead. On the floor. Jon can just pop the slices into his mouth like potato chips (seen here with one in his mouth that I had soaked in the spicy sauce), and I don’t know why but I find that totally infuriating. Like he can bench press more than me.