Oh I see we are playing GROSS out here today Sweet P!
Originally Posted by Sweet Parakeet
I remember when a university professor with particular tastes when it came to epicureanism was completely dismayed when he kept chewing on a piece of pastry, and then discovered that an old used band-aid was tucked in there.
Okay ... I'll gag a little at your used bandaid in the pastry story and make you gag worse now.
A few blocks from me is a hockey arena ... a year ago when the arena was still hosting kids hockey and free skating and all the usual work was happening to clear the ice. The zamboni would clear the ice and slushy snow and dump it outside the arena in an area near the alley. It was out of view most of the time but would pile quite high during the late winter into spring.
I happened to be walking by there one time in May and noticed a homeless guy sitting on the curb in the alley eating from the snowy slush piled there.
I could only think of the mounds of spit and gob and snot and blood mixed in that pile of ice.