Discussion in 'Current Events' started by Lumpy 1, Jan 9, 2011.
A barrel of rotting fish and maggots...
I've never had the pleasure. So far, it's been a dirty diaper on a sickly baby.
Seems I have something to look forward to, eh?
Ah memories...your own kids don't smell as bad as others, from my studies..
Terre Haute, Indiana. Hands down.
I'm curious as to how you know how that smells?
In the younger years I had a job repairing forklifts for the food industry. In this case it was a fish supplier. Maggots, cockroaches, it's incredible what crawls on your food before you buy it...
I didn't need to know that.
I was hoping for an answer along the lines of "I walked along the shore of Lake Michigan while they were picking up dead alewives", or "I went to the Hudson River".
There go the Friday night fish frys.
Nah. There's an outfit there that coats railrod ties. Been going on for 40 years.
Imagine a gal that hasn't taken a shower for a few months, and is at the time of menstrual effluence.
I recommend learning to fish...
There's lots of payoffs and corruption in the the food industry...
I could tell you far worse...
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