Jesus. Some kinda life you've experienced, Andy.

I can remember at the time too, we were driving to where a temporary aid station had been set up in a village and thought ; "Hey.., burgers on the grill... yummy."


We came around a corner, and found that the militias had shot and burned everyone in the village.., and taken the livestock.

Oh Human flesh.....

Riveting tale Andy. You're like the grandpa who tells us (horror) stories when the family meets up. Do tell more.

Rotting rabbits.

Gah. I'm the opposite. I hate most hard liqueurs. But I can drink beer like water O_o


You're so smart bro. I bet you graduated elementary school and dropped out in highschool, right?

Rubbery, plainly visible, gelatinous fat on most meats, such as steak, chicken, ham, etc. I cannot stand it; the taste, the texture...disgusting. I always cut it off and out of my way. The only time I can tolerate some of it is on certain types of pork, like sausage and bacon.

I can't stand liquor (or beer) of any kind. it tastes so so bad. I can even taste marionaide in steaks if some one uses wine.

which is funny because I used to have a monty python qoute for my signiture that said "I drink there for I am"

According to my therapist, I should open up more to what's happened, although needless to say, I am weary to do so at times not just for fear of judgment -although there's that, but it simply transcends what words could do to explain it in any justice.

Once, on our way out of the camp (which is a couple of square kliks large, population 30,000) I noted a young girl -age four roughly, nursing an infant with a water bottle by the side of a tent. Sitting in the passengers seat, I had far too much time to reflect on them, thinking if ever we were to stop for anyone and provide medical aid, it ought to be for them. But that close to the camps edges is the most dangerous to be -read: lawless, so that didn't happen.

It bugged me for the whole time we were out, and on the way back in I made sure I was driving so as to see the same side of the road. Sure enough, in near enough the same place as before was the little girl holding the infant. This time we stopped. I got out, rifle slung but holster unclipped and ready because Justin Case is your best friend in those times, and walked over to the girl.
They were both dead, the infant more so, the girl maybe only a day dead.

I'll be the first to admit, I've seen too much and I'm paying for it. Just trying to keep it so that it doesn't influence my son, or how I'm raising him <-- the real reason I'm seeing the therapist actually, to make sure my perceived "straight and narrow" actually is that, and not some twisted-trauma inducing [censored]. Cuz if I ever felt I was slipping too far -stopped taking my medication, started going wacko yadda, yadda etc, I'd give him over to dutch child services in a heart beat. Thankfully, I'm doing pretty good.

This place, and you people, can take a lot of credit for that -the me doing good bit, not the me wacko bit..

How about when you bite into a sausage and you get a piece of cartilage or tendon. That kills my apatite right there



Uh.. Wow.
Sausage still makes me feel sicker than that story though

OMG any one ever have cheese filled hotdogs. it made me very unpleasant and I could not keep it down. ever since I am off and on about if I can eat hotdogs or not.

I like those. :drool:

My first experience with cheese filled sausage was similar. I loved the idea, and they were on the BBQ. When I bit it, the back of my sausage exploded and a very runny orange liquid [which I don't believe was the cheese] went everywhere. It takes like craaap. Ugh. I can't eat anything cheesefilled I didn't make myself anymore.

Hotdogs being mentioned reminded me of this one time I saw this tempting "spicy" sausage in a convenience store. It looked very red and inviting (I like spicy stuff), so I got one. Upon opening it, my nose went on full alert: That thing was saturated in vinegar. I realized I failed to notice the word "pickled" on the packaging. It was indeed spicy, but that thing tasted like a rotten pickle. Never again. :sick:

I learned a long time ago. Never buy ANYTHING that is ... on a stick

Moths and Daddy Long Legs....thinking of them makes me shake...

Very interesting. Thank you. For the record, you don't sound like a wacko to me at all.

People who don't bathe or wash their clothes often. Get a grip you filthy buggers.

Luckily, you can't see me sitting here behind my computer naked, covered in peanut butter and small marshmellows.. it's tasty, but people tend to stare for some reason.
I also love pickles, but I seem to be the only one I know who collects them.. :unsure:
I have thousands :celebration:


http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=anwy2MPT5RE

...or Lobster Thermidor au Crevette with a Mornay sauce served in a Provencale manner with shallots and aubergines garnished with truffle pate, brandy and with a fried egg on top and spam.

Really? I'm about to board up my door and take up arms if I find out he lives in my neighbourhood :toughninja:

Kidding, by the way.

I agree. You sound like a nice guy too me.

sixism against men.

Pickles.

And much more.

Hotdogs and Sausages are a fricking deathtrap. Impossible to cook properly, full of impurities and poor quality meat, and as often as not wriggling with parasites.

... I had no iossue until you brought up the parasites... But if they are so bad how have I never got ill from them ?

They're not the sort that make you feel sick, they're the sort that burrow into your joints and cause arthritic pains.


The amount of times I've gotten ill after eating meat that I didn't prepare myself is horrendous. It's enough to turn me vegetarian. Or at least restrict myself to beef only. Seriously, chefs, wash your fricking hands.