You know I tell people my immune system is really freakin good a lot of the time but I keep recalling all the questionable things Ive done like yeaaaaaa this must be built up tolerance or some shit and not innate if thats even possible idr i got 5 hours of sleep. Never forget when I forgot to wash cow blood off my hands before eating smth stupid like SIX DONUTS IN ONE SITTING and only questioning the umami of it when I hit donut number Last. Like finally paused n went Wait... Donut is not beefy! 🧐 and then detective dumbass spotted a clue : meat chunk on her fingernail
Addendum: 6 donuts is nothing to me and i encourage people to feast as they wish. The stupidity of it is that i only questioned it half a dozen in.
Didnt get sick at all btw just kinda moved on like Whelp
shout out to the time in like middle school where we were staying at a place overnight for a field trip and some classmate tried to "prank" me by giving me a box of cheezits and claimed it was a gift from my gf so i was like yeah whatev thanks and ate like half of them before he came up to me and was like. uhm. we sprayed that all with axe btw and i was like oh i thought they did taste a lil different
Lets all please share our awful awful food stories together. I need to hear them all. Adding another one of mine
When i worked down south i would be so fuckin hungry during my 9 hour shifts (usually like 6 of them a week averaged out)(i was "part time" so this is why i didnt feel bad doing it) i would just cut off chunks of raw steak and nibble on them and they tasted kinda like sushi but to the left
Uuuuh I never had stories these unhinged most I have are related to how I ate my food. Because in elementary school we'd have shitty to no kitchenware I ever since had the habit to gulp down yogurt and what Americans call cottage cheese just like. You'd drink it off a mug. Sometimea I do it with fruit salad when my parents pack it for me for uni and I can't find my fork/it's covered in meat sauce and I'm too lazy to wash it
I had pasta with my hands like the true Italian I am, and I think during the week I was left home alone I would eat like an actual animal from the plate rice or breaded chicken I'd make and just tear it down. I have a bad habit of eating deli meat all in one bite no matter the thickness and I almost chocked to death twice as a kid because of that (prosciutto is too good though)
But for some reason I won't eat sweet stuff with my hands. Sugar's too sticky. I would not be able to hold those in my hands without feeling weird but I would eat them like a crocodile if you threw them at me












