I went to a reception not long ago, and on the table of goodies, there was a platter of round, yummy looking food objects located on the tabel with the desserts. So, I am thinking, mmmmmmm cakey, cookie sort of sweet balls.
I popped one in my mouth, my taste buds prepared for a sensual delight of sweetness, and it was some sorty of spicy cheesy meat sausage thingy. I was so shocked! My taste buds were thrown into shock! I was forced to eject the object into a napkin. It actually tasted good, but I was prepared for cake!!!!!!
People! Always clearing lable your cake/meat appearing food to avoid injury to the taste buds of your guests.
Originally posted by elvendreamgirlI have the same problem "Sweet pickle VS. Dill pickle
I went to a reception not long ago, and on the table of goodies, there was a platter of round, yummy looking food objects located on the tabel with the desserts. So, I am thinking, mmmmmmm cakey, cookie sort of sweet balls.
I popped one in my mouth, my taste buds prepared for a sensual delight of sweetness, and it was some sorty of spicy cheesy meat ...[text shortened]... s clearing lable your cake/meat appearing food to avoid injury to the taste buds of your guests.
Originally posted by elvendreamgirlYou've reminded me of a couple of seperate incidents, both with the same outcome. The first was set at a house party with a friend disappearing into a bedroom with a girl, the second was set at a holiday camp where another friend was working as a red coat. The amount of girls on offer when you work as a red coat were substantial, he informed me. So one night the red coat had a girl back to his chalet with the lights OFF, and then he'd went to his friends chalet, that was next door.
I went to a reception not long ago, and on the table of goodies, there was a platter of round, yummy looking food objects located on the tabel with the desserts. So, I am thinking, mmmmmmm cakey, cookie sort of sweet balls.
I poppe ...[text shortened]... t appearing food to avoid injury to the taste buds of your guests.
"Wow, wow, whats the matter with you?"
"Are you alright?"
"Have you been fighting?"
Was the reaction he got, upon entering the chalet, where as when the friend at the party returned from the bedroom to hysterical laughter and disgust, when they both realized that it wasn't nose bleeds they had. uugghhhh I can only stand that coppery taste in my mouth when its my own blood. haha
As in my post, in your uvula thread, I dont think these two girls "Deserved" an uvula "Workout" do you? 😉:'(😛
Originally posted by WHY AYEThank you for that post. It was endearing and informative at the same time.
You've reminded me of a couple of seperate incidents, both with the same outcome. The first was set at a house party with a friend disappearing into a bedroom with a girl, the second was set at a holiday camp where another friend was working as a red coat. The amount of girls on offer when you work as a red coat were substantial, he informed me. So one nigh ...[text shortened]... r ouvla thread, I dont think these two girls "Deserved" an ouvla "Workout" do you? 😉:'(😛
Originally posted by WHY AYEEEEewwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww!!!!!!!
You've reminded me of a couple of seperate incidents, both with the same outcome. The first was set at a house party with a friend disappearing into a bedroom with a girl, the second was set at a holiday camp where another friend was working as a red coat. The amount of girls on offer when you work as a red coat were substantial, he informed me. So one nigh ...[text shortened]... r uvula thread, I dont think these two girls "Deserved" an uvula "Workout" do you? 😉:'(😛
how vulgar of the girls!!!!!!
Disgusting!
not quite as nasty, but a disturbing moment...
I awoke at about 4am one morning of my student days, feeling very rough with a horrible hangover kicking in. I desperatly needed a drink because I was really dehydrated and my mouth had pretty much dried itself shut so I dragged myself out of bed. Not wanting to increase the pain in my head, or indeed spend the time trying to find the switch, I staggered in the dark to the fridge. I grabbed the 4 litre bottle of milk from where I knew it would be (still no light in the fridge either) and took a deep mouthful. In the instant between closing my mouth and swallowing I detected something wrong - the milk was too thin, and there was... bits floating in it!!! I fought back the urge to puke but needed to find somewhere to spit out what was in my mouth fast. I fumbled blindly in the dark trying to get to the sink at the other end of the kitchen, knocking over the plethera of unwashed dishes and empty boxes that is signiture of any student abode. I was going to have to puke, the sour milk in my mouth sloshing around, when I realised that it didn't actually taste like sour milk. I allowed my taste buds to send a bit more information - it tasted acrid, sweet... it was orange juice, bit's included, and rather tasty.
I later learnt that my flatmate had been shopping between me going out and coming home drunk, and had bought a 4 litre orange juice in the same typr of bottle as milk comes in. It may have turned out OK, but those ~10 seconds between me realising it wasn't milk to realising it wasn't sour milk were horrable.
My grandma made me homemade Southern fried chicken with cream gravy, homemade biscuits, salad, anhd rice for my birthday one year. I couldn't wait to sink my teeth into it. So I picked up that first piecs and took a big bite and started to chew. Then I realized that the chicken was spoiled. The freezer had gone out and the merat had just begun to spoil, though you couldn't tell until you bit into it.
Waaaaaa!
BTW, my grandfather was on his 3rd piece. When we told him, he paused, then went right on eating.........
men....
Originally posted by elvendreamgirl😀
My grandma made me homemade Southern fried chicken with cream gravy, homemade biscuits, salad, anhd rice for my birthday one year. I couldn't wait to sink my teeth into it. So I picked up that first piecs and took a big bite and started to chew. Then I realized that the chicken was spoiled. The freezer had gone out and the merat had just begun to spo ...[text shortened]... was on his 3rd piece. When we told him, he paused, then went right on eating.........
men....
Try raw hering with chopped onions .. delicious for me as a dutchy, disgusting for anybody else.
Originally posted by NicolaiSI actually developed a taste for herring and onions when I was in Denmark, especially if you have a bit of curry sauce and wash it down with some schnapps. 😵
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Try raw hering with chopped onions .. delicious for me as a dutchy, disgusting for anybody else.
This didn't happen to me, but I can only surmise the course of events based on the available evidence.
I lived in this large house with two of my friends, replete with pool table, hot tub, video games, the whole nine yards. Quite naturally, we threw a number of very large parties. One of these in particualr got completely out of hand, I believe it was New Year's 2002. We'd gone through a case of champagne, countless bottles of vodka, rum, tequila, beer, you name it. I sort of lost track of things and ended up going to bed as the party raged until dawn.
The following afternoon, when I woke up bleary-eyed and cotton-mouthed, I stumbled into the kitchen looking for water. One of my roommates lurched in at that point and we both looked at what was on our kitchen counter with considersable confusion. Amidst the cornucopia of empties, we saw our bottle of Aunt Jemima's maple syrup sitting, drained, with an aura of victory about it.
Those Aunt Jemima bottles look a lot like Frangelico bottles. We guessed that someone, searching desperately for alcohol, mistook the syrup for Frangelico and took several good, hearty swallows. Our fears were more or less confirmed when we went outside and saw the vomitous remains simmering gently on the concrete of the driveway.
That reminds me of the must disgusting thing my father said he ever saw. On a train after a football match, there was a drunk guy across from him, drinking yet another Guinness from a glass. The guy stopped drinking, then puked up into the glass, hesitated a second, and, with a philosophical look on his face, started drinking from the glass again...
And I don't even *like* Guinness.
Aiden
Originally posted by PawnokeyholeAiden, you have just grossed me out for at least the next full day.....
That reminds me of the must disgusting thing my father said he ever saw. On a train after a football match, there was a drunk guy across from him, drinking yet another Guinness from a glass. The guy stopped drinking, then puked up into the glass, hesitated a second, and, with a philosophical look on his face, started drinking from the glass again...
And I don't even *like* Guinness.
Aiden