When quite young, one of my siblings did and said it tasted like very strong cheese. Along with a kind of funky, earthy (rotten leaves?) odour.
I’ve drunk some of my own widdle in the interests of science but never been so tempted as to try the choco.
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Believe it or not, no.
Truer words were never spoken (or written). My son came running into our bedroom one morning to give me a kiss. He still has babyfat on his cheeks and I love to kiss them, especially when he’s still a little groggy. So I tugged him into bed and snuggled him for a while, then realized that he smelled like crap. What was worse, when I went to grab a diaper and some wipes, I couldn’t get the smell out of my nose, even when I left the room. That should’ve clued me in.
He was a little fussy when I got back, so I kissed him a couple of times to improve his mood. Hmmm, his cheeks tasted a little “off.” And I still couldn’t get that crap smell out of my nose no matter how far away from his bum I got. I was still kind of groggy and it hadn’t occurred to me until then to actually look at his face. Yep, there it was. A streak of poop across the cheek I’d been kissing. And I’d transferred some of it to my lips, which were dry, so I’d licked them.
It’s hard to describe the taste. I didn’t exactly get a lot of it (thank God), but it tasted about like it smelled. I wiped his cheek off with a wipe and scrubbed it, then promptly handed him off to my husband and ran for the bathroom.
No.
And “no” to this question’s corollary; Have you ever tried to ingest meals through your butthole.
And I’m kinda surprised that I’m the first person to mention anilingus with a partner who hasn’t planned ahead.
Shit happens.
I always heard this as the way Zappa got out of being drafted.
Ha. I was waiting for your post in this thread.
Ah, it’s nice to be missed. 
When I was about 14, I was playing football with some friends. While tackling someone, I landed on the ground face first. I immediately noticed the stink of a fairly fresh pile of dog crap, I wasn’t till I wiped my face with my sleeve and pushed some of the crap into my mouth that I realized it was on my face.
Much gagging and spitting followed. I made my way to a spigot to wash the crap off my face and rinse out my mouth. It was definitely a taste I would never forget. Many years later I was at a party and ate a piece of some kind of fancy cheese. The taste of the cheese brought back memories of the dog crap and made the cheese taste like it.
Thanks.
lol.