Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:Intentional.....durian fruit. NEVER again. I immediately vomited. It tastes just as bad as it smells and the only reason I could bring myself to try it is that I said that I would and didn't want to go back on it.
Had to google durian fruit. Here goes...Grown in many countries across tropical South East Asia, the spiky, stinky durian is an acquired taste. The fruit is loved and loathed in equal measure. Eating durian is banned in many outdoor spaces throughout Singapore and carrying it is prohibited on public transport because of its smell. The pulp of a ripe durian emits an unusually potent and very persistent smell that is reminiscent of rotten onions.
Google cats reacting to durian fruit. That's some funny sh!t right there!!!!![]()
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Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:Live monkey brains. We had a special table we insert monkey under table that opens and closes like a vise with a hole space size of neck. We close it up so monkey head sticking out and at center of table.
We carefully cut off top of scull of monkey while still alive and eat the warm monkey brain.
Seriously? Was this in Asia?
It was in Indiana Jones and the Temple of Doom
I haven't seen the films; I also thought this was a true story. Phew.
Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:Live monkey brains. We had a special table we insert monkey under table that opens and closes like a vise with a hole space size of neck. We close it up so monkey head sticking out and at center of table.
We carefully cut off top of scull of monkey while still alive and eat the warm monkey brain.
Seriously? Was this in Asia?
It was in Indiana Jones and the Temple of Doom
Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:Live monkey brains. We had a special table we insert monkey under table that opens and closes like a vise with a hole space size of neck. We close it up so monkey head sticking out and at center of table.
We carefully cut off top of scull of monkey while still alive and eat the warm monkey brain.
Seriously? Was this in Asia?
Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:A freshly killed octopus. It was still moving and the tentacle wrapped itself around the chopstick. The suction cups stuck the the roof of my mouth and I had to pry it off with my tongue. It was a business dinner in Seoul. I love octopuses and still feel incredibly guilty for eating it.
This makes me want to cry. Ugh. I guess it would be too rude to decline to eat it, in that context?
That's a Korean thing. I wish they would stop. So cruel to poor thing.
Anonymous wrote:Live monkey brains. We had a special table we insert monkey under table that opens and closes like a vise with a hole space size of neck. We close it up so monkey head sticking out and at center of table.
We carefully cut off top of scull of monkey while still alive and eat the warm monkey brain.
Anonymous wrote:To freak out the kids, I picked 2 cicadas off a tree and put them in my mouth--but I spit them out, so that doesn't really count.
I grew up poor and we had major pest issue in our house. Remember getting half-way through meals and too often finding whole or parts of roaches in the food.![]()
Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:I know it's a delicacy in south america but my wife swore I had a bad one.
It was anticucho. The taste was bad enough but then when my wife told me what it was, I almost threw up.
What is anticucho?
Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:A freshly killed octopus. It was still moving and the tentacle wrapped itself around the chopstick. The suction cups stuck the the roof of my mouth and I had to pry it off with my tongue. It was a business dinner in Seoul. I love octopuses and still feel incredibly guilty for eating it.
This makes me want to cry. Ugh. I guess it would be too rude to decline to eat it, in that context?
Anonymous wrote:A freshly killed octopus. It was still moving and the tentacle wrapped itself around the chopstick. The suction cups stuck the the roof of my mouth and I had to pry it off with my tongue. It was a business dinner in Seoul. I love octopuses and still feel incredibly guilty for eating it.