Lima Beans.
“When I was seventeen…I had a very good beer…”
- Homer Simpson
Lima Beans.
“When I was seventeen…I had a very good beer…”
A friend once told me about when she worked at an institution for developmentally disabled adults, and how she once came across a Praeder-Willie patient who was found in a corner, er, indulging in her own feces. That image made me gag, and still does, come to think of it… :: gag ::
Also, the sight of stepped-in dog doodoo, the smell of papaya, the waft of ripe garbage, and the pungent stench of certain individuals whose sweat hints of a cross between Taco Bell and cucumber-yogurt sauce.
This whole thread is making me gag!
(slaps forehead)
What was I thinking?
Sour milk or tequila. A slight hint of either, and I have to fight a sudden urge to relieve myself of the contents of my stomach.
neuro-trash grrrl, I can also stick my finger down my throat without trouble, and I have a question: do you put it down your esophagus or into your windpipe? I’m convinced that I once brushed a fingertip against my vocal cords.
Laugh hard; it’s a long way to the bank.
JStrainger-
I’m the same way with grape koolaid. When I was in highschool I got really drunk and then really sick on vodka and grape koolaid. Just the smell of grape makes me heave. The strange part is that I don’t have a problem with vodka.
Oops sorry! I meant J String
Sauerkraut.
StStella: “JStrainger”
Me: “Did I post here already? How did she know my first initial?”
I make a good batch of margaritas, but I have to hold my breath while doing so (at least when I’m measuring the tequila)
Tequila.
I used to be able to drink it, and I’ve tried since, but the moment it hits my stomach I start counting the ninety second maximum before we part ways again.
The critical event (I’m told) involved a toga party and a federal judge’s daughter.
I’m so ashamed.
The sight of the worm in the bottom of a bottle of Tequila.
Why in the hell would someone want to drink something with a worm in it. And the people who ingest the worm are gross imho.
Finding out that my son and the youth pastor of the church I used to attend had dared each other into swollowing a live gold fish
during sunday School one morning.
Ayesha - Lioness
I’m out of my mind, but,
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