Im kind of a grody bastard.
I remember once at
The Hollywood i ordered buffalo chicken sandwich, caesar side and fries. I got my plate. Half way thru it i notice hair in it. I thought long and hard about it. It WAS my color hair. It WAS roughly the same standard length i had. It KIND of ressembled mine. I had no real proof it WASNT mine. So i just said fuck it. Ate the hair and all. Coulda been the cooks hair. Coulda been pubic hair.
Oh well...
I dont live my life in fear of germs
But i have eaten things that would make a billy goat puke...
Dont believe me?
Ever seen what marines call cuisine out in the field?
Dont throw up now
Did i ever tell you about the time i was eating some fine clam and threw up on said clam. Ate the barf and went back to eating clam
Ok story time is over kiddos