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Mmmmmmm G'ACH!
(or however the heck you transliterate that Klingon dish which is composed entirely of live squirmy looking things like this).
To borrow from Dr. Evil™ ...
"one mill ... uh, I mean 10 BILLION dollars." (you are talking about just one small one, right?)
I would not be a good candidate for Fear Factor. We occasionally have it on at work. I have seen and dealt with a lot of icky things. Eviscerations lead me to say things like "Wow, cool!"
I see the folks on that show do stupid things in relative safety from high places and have a strong sense of vertigo.
When the task involves eating gooey things, that's it, I'm DONE. I nearly lost my dinner watching them drink the ostrich eggs the other week. Hell, I couldn't deal with that scene in Rocky.
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