Those folks who go to a
sushi restaurant and ask for "the
real wasabi" and then proceed to eat tubs of it, as if it's ketchup, or some other easy condiment. Wasabi heads run in groups, so they feel less ostracized for their allegedly malfunctioning taste buds: taste buds that could chug wasabi like dudes down orange juice after raucous
sex. No problemo. Refreshing
af.
Don't take a Wasabi Head to a sushi restaurant unless you're ready to experience a sinus exploding, eye watering shit show that only Stevo could trump by snorting that pasty green spice pile off the ramakin.