So, I had food delivered while working late tonight. I’m eating my salad, and I bite on something hard. I pulled it out of my mouth, and it’s a fingernail clipping! EEEEWWWWW! I threw the rest of it out, but I still feel gross.
EWWEWEWWWWWWWWWWWWWW!!!
SICK, DUDE!
At least it wasn’t deep fried pigon heads.
I hate when that happens.
I once ate half a pizza one night and threw it in the fridge. The next morning, hung over, I took out a piece of cold pizza (normally a favorite hang over food). After a few bites I noticed that one of the pieces of sausage seemed chewy. I spit it out, and it was a cigarette butt. (Luckily no lipstick.) I was already feeling bad, and that threw me over the edge.
I am in denial.
I did not read the OP.
Read what?
Nothing.
Ah, that’s better.
Yep.
Bye now.
Ever find a short curly hair at the bottom of a piece of cherry cobbler? Talk about ruining the appetite! I had to silently recite, “The chef has short curly hair on his HEAD…the chef has short curly hair on his HEAD…,” over and over to keep the rest of the meal down! (blechhhhh!) :gagging smiley:
Ahh, American Cherry Pie
I GOT IT FIRST!
Great big gobs of greasy, grimy gopher guts,
mutilated monkey meat,
little dirty birdies’s feet,
French fried eyeballs,
stinky purple porpoise pus
floating in contaminated milk.
…and me without a spoon…
This “poem” gets more disgustin as the years go by! EWWWWWWW!
**This “poem” gets more disgustin as the years go by! EWWWWWWW! **
DisgustinG even!