It does have a strange taste - not like chicken.Believe it or not, I will never eat turkey. There's just something gamey about it, according to my taste buds.
It does have a strange taste - not like chicken.Believe it or not, I will never eat turkey. There's just something gamey about it, according to my taste buds.
Oh Ruth, I'm totally grossed out now. I hope I never have to trim anyone's toenails. Ugggghhhh. You've got me thinking here, Ruth. Hubby if unable to will probably ask me to trim his toenails. Holy mackerel. I think I created the word, queasy. LOLI will never ever cut another persons toenails.
I did that working in the hospital.
They brought in a homeless women and it took 3 of us to clean her up. I got the job of cutting her toenails and found it pretty repulsive. I had my mouth slightly open trying to get through the hard tough nail and one flew in my mouth and I swallowed it.
When my hubby broke his leg a few years ago he asked me to cut his nails. I told him I'd do anything for him but that was above and beyond the the call of duty.
He waited until the cast came off.
I trimmed my dad's toenails when he couldn't do it any more.I will never ever cut another persons toenails.
I did that working in the hospital.
They brought in a homeless women and it took 3 of us to clean her up. I got the job of cutting her toenails and found it pretty repulsive. I had my mouth slightly open trying to get through the hard tough nail and one flew in my mouth and I swallowed it.
When my hubby broke his leg a few years ago he asked me to cut his nails. I told him I'd do anything for him but that was above and beyond the the call of duty.
He waited until the cast came off.
Now I'm sorry I'm not available.Marry again. I'd rather live with a gay guy who has disposable income, knows how to decorate and also cooks. I'm serious about this!
I think we're about the same age, @Murrmurr. I'm 64, and joining the military for me at the age of 18 would have meant going through a bunch of drills and training, and hanging out in Germany. That's what my friends did who joined the military since we weren't involved in any wars at the time.Maybe you're confusing "political party" with "way of life" or "personal ideals". I was willing to sacrifice my life when I tried to enlist in the military, but that wasn't a political decision; I thought I'd be fighting for my way of life.
You'll never know the pleasure of eating guacamole, then. Or frittatas.I'll never eat eggs, avocados, olives, oysters, muscles or clams. No way, no how, no thank you.
I'd decided to join during the Vietnam war, when my oldest brother joined. Troops were being brought home before I was old enough, but I went to enlist anyway because I wasn't so sure it was over. (I was rejected for medical reasons)I think we're about the same age, @Murrmurr. I'm 64, and joining the military for me at the age of 18 would have meant going through a bunch of drills and training, and hanging out in Germany. That's what my friends did who joined the military since we weren't involved in any wars at the time.
So maybe you could elaborate. How would joining the military have protected your way of life? Even Americans who served in Vietnam weren't protecting our way of life.
Only gator bites I have ever suffered were from some babies we caught when I was a kid. Didn't look so cute after that...Baby gators are cute, big ones not so much
After careful consideration(and 3 divorces) I finally decided that this post was the best one to agree with.Marry again. I'd rather live with a gay guy who has disposable income, knows how to decorate and also cooks. I'm serious about this!
I was raised by my grandparents, and I had to have one spoonful of everything on the table. Grandma didn't know how close I came to puking on the table. I would try anything to try to keep from tasting it! I would try to swallow it without tasting it. I still hate it. DH loves it , but because of the salt he can't eat it now. Even the smell used to make me gag.I have eaten it. You're not missing anything, trust me.
I have to agree with that.I agree with just about everyone's posts. Still chuckling on many of them.
I also would never shave my head, tattoo my body, or wear a ring in my nose or lip.
Agree! And I would expand of that to include never cleaning a rabbit or squirrel. Luckily my husband quit hunting.i would never pluck and clean a chicken !,
i would never pluck and clean a chicken !,
Cleaned rabbits, squirrels, but no chickens. However I have plucked or cleaned game birds, ducks, pheasants, quail, and grouse. Not a big deal, no worse than deer, elk or fish. Alligators are the hardest.I would expand of that to include never cleaning a rabbit or squirrel
The grossest thing I ever saw was someone cleaning frogs in the back of his pick up truck.Cleaned rabbits, squirrels, but no chickens. However I have plucked or cleaned game birds, ducks, pheasants, quail, and grouse. Not a big deal, no worse than deer, elk or fish. Alligators are the hardest.
I do it in the boat or on an outdoor fish cleaning table, never in the back of a pickup! Frogs are easy to clean.The grossest thing I ever saw was someone cleaning frogs in the back of his pick up truck.![]()
Easy maybe, but it took a long time for those images to get out of my head. I guess I'd be a vegetarian if I had to forage for my own food. I'm too squeamish. But I wouldn't be above eating meat if someone else killed and cleaned it! So, not a vegetarian...I do it in the boat or on an outdoor fish cleaning table, never in the back of a pickup! Frogs are easy to clean.
Well that's a shame, David! I'll have to call Charlize back and tell her you said you weren't interested.Have a one night stand again with any woman I just met regardless of how physically attractive she looks.