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What's the grossest thing you ever ate intentionally?
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2018-01-13 at 5:40 AM UTC
Originally posted by -SpectraL As a teenager, I used to wash the car of an elderly couple weekly for $20, which they never used. He was 97, she was 93, brother and sister. They always left the $20 in an envelope, cleverly hidden in one of the windshield wipers. One week, I washed the car, a big ol' Pontiac, and I went to get my $20 and it wasn't there, so I went up to their apartment to get it. The old woman apologized and said she had forgotten, and then gave me the $20. It was at that point that I happened to notice an open loaf of bread on the kitchen counter, and there was a butterknife beside it, and there was also an open can of cat food. Then the smell hit me… definitely cat food. She tried her best to distract me and cover it up, and I played along and pretended I never noticed. The old man was there too, standing quietly in the doorway to the living room. Then, a few minutes later, I casually told her they didn't have to pay me any money for the car wash, and I tried to give here the $20 back, but she refused to take it back. She also insisted she pay me weekly for washing the car, as normal. Finally, I gave up trying to convince her there was no charge, and she gave me some cookies and some candies and I went on my way. The following week, I was washing the car, and I got to the windshield and the envelope with the money was there, tucked under the arm, as usual. As I was finishing up the car, just 5 minutes later, an older man walked up to me and introduced himself to me as the old man's son. He said he was sad to inform me that the 97-year-old man, his father, had suddenly died just four days before, in the apartment, and the old 93-year-old sister died the very next day, in the same apartment. He said I didn't need to wash the car anymore. I didn't really believe him, so I went to the rental office to check, and sure enough, they had both died, just as the older man said. But somehow, during those seven days I had last seen them, they remembered to put my $20 on the car. They ate cat food, but it was important to them that they pay in full to get their car washed.
So.. back in the 80s.. you could get your car detailed for $20. Bitch ass nigga, stop lying!! -
2018-01-13 at 1:24 PM UTC
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2018-01-13 at 4:26 PM UTCBalut wasn't too nice
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2018-01-13 at 4:26 PM UTC
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2018-01-13 at 7:01 PM UTChttps://www.ebay.co.uk/i/362191361744?chn=ps&adgroupid=49939730778&rlsatarget=pla-380792705024&abcId=1129946&adtype=pla&merchantid=116638564&poi=9041128&googleloc=1006886&device=c&campaignid=974198600&crdt=0
These fucking things, one of the worst smells and tastes around, didn't even get passed the first bite. -
2018-01-13 at 7:35 PM UTC
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2018-01-13 at 7:38 PM UTCSlugs. Fish hadn't been biting for a few days, so i had to find something else to eat.
You need to boil em. They are quite rubbery and not a very well tasting but hey, eat or die. -
2018-01-13 at 7:58 PM UTCI have a hard fast rule about putting gross stuff in my mouth
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2018-01-13 at 8:28 PM UTCspacecakes
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2018-01-13 at 10:06 PM UTC
Originally posted by mmQ Yeah it was bad, like I think it was about 4 months that I was only able to scrounge up enough to pay rent and cell phone, opting to sacrifice groceries, electricity, and even ale.
Basically all I did was sit around by candlelight with Chootie and play laser, letting my phone charge in a laundry room outlet. Then I'd stare at my phone as long as the battery would let me and go charge it again.
Nights pretty much always ended with what became a routine little mealtime with Choots in Boots, sharing meager portions of Alley Cat™ cat food and enjoying the silver lining of peaceful evenings and gained humility. Plus the food was truly awesome.
fucking first worlds.
poor people get to eat cat foods. in the real world, poor cats eat out of trash cans and then poor people eat the cats. -
2018-01-13 at 10:07 PM UTC
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2018-01-13 at 10:23 PM UTC
Originally posted by benny vader at what age did you start engaging in prostitution ???
I was probably one of the most hard-working and prosperous teenagers around, in my time. I had a newspaper route with over 300 subscribers on it, earning me about $60-$80/week. I packed inserts into the papers and made home deliveries at 5am every morning, and then made collections after supper. I also washed car windshields at the local Drive-In theater on weekends for about $100/cash. At the same time, I worked for an electronics company building and testing circuit boards, making about $250/week. On top of that, I played drums and percussion in two orchestras and my own band. Prostitution never entered into it. -
2018-01-13 at 10:39 PM UTC
Originally posted by -SpectraL Prostitution never entered into it.
Definition of prostitute
prostituted; prostituting
transitive verb
1 : to offer indiscriminately for sexual intercourse especially for money
2 : to devote to corrupt or unworthy purposes : debase
prostitute one's talents
Originally posted by -SpectraL ….. I packed inserts into the papers and made home deliveries at 5am every morning,…
and not only did you engaged in prostitution, you partook in the acts of SPAMMING too ....
ill ask again : at what age did you engage in sex work, literally, becos i know you did. -
2018-01-13 at 11:25 PM UTCI once chewed several coffee beans
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2018-01-14 at 2:27 AM UTC
Originally posted by Malice Eating cat or dog food if you’re poor doesn’t even make sense. There are far cheaper meals you can make. People are stupid as fuck, though, and some have neurological issues, do it could definitely be true.
that.
the same physical volume of rice, diced tomatoes, and beans is about 1/3 or less than the same volume of the cheapest china-mart cat food and several orders of magnitude healthier. larger warehouse-store-sized containers could be purchased for even more savings. cat food has more calories BUT the calories consist of a large quantity of bad-fats. -
2018-01-14 at 2:40 AM UTC
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2018-01-14 at 3:42 AM UTC
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2018-01-14 at 3:49 AM UTC
Originally posted by -SpectraL I was probably one of the most hard-working and prosperous teenagers around, in my time. I had a newspaper route with over 300 subscribers on it, earning me about $60-$80/week. I packed inserts into the papers and made home deliveries at 5am every morning, and then made collections after supper. I also washed car windshields at the local Drive-In theater on weekends for about $100/cash. At the same time, I worked for an electronics company building and testing circuit boards, making about $250/week. On top of that, I played drums and percussion in two orchestras and my own band. Prostitution never entered into it.
When I was that age I was getting kilos of hash fronted to me for $800 and selling it for $10 a gram. I was repeating this weekly. Do the math paperboy. -
2018-01-14 at 3:53 AM UTC
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2018-01-29 at 10:05 PM UTCThai food
