I would not wish some of the food I’ve tasted on anybody; because even I hated someone and wanted to see them go through some kind of mastication torture it would ultimately still benefit them in some way.
Point is, we all KNOW we’re supposed to eat healthy things, it is a matter of actually doing it.
In my quest to eat healthy shit, I no longer accept food through a window. I *try* to eat organic goods, but sometimes that is a big fail. One of the WORST things I’ve tried was this fruit bar thing from Trader Joe’s. Horrible!
Whenever I eat awful shit, it reminds me of this game the gays would play in college called “The Perfect Man.”
Basically, the game goes something ilke: Would you date a guy who was perfect in every way, EXCEPT______ (fill in the blank with something gross)
Back in the day, somebody asked: Would you date a guy who was perfect in every way, EXCEPT his dick smelled like pickles? To which my boyfriend replied “I love pickles!” …to which our friends refered to me as “pickles” at that point on.
Yah, this pickle sucks!
p.s. Sorry, hypothetical perfect man, if you taste or smell anything like that TJ’s bar, I would have to dump your fruity ass.