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There's stuff I can't eat because the taste is like getting hit in the face with a softball bat (see: vinegar, miso, kale, or any salad dressing ever), or because it triggers instant barfing (I AM LOOKING AT YOU, BEETS, YOU FILTHY LITTLE COCKBITES). Fortunately for me, nothing in this world requires any of them. But I swear, if they made Futurama-type Bachelor Chow, I would be totally down with that stuff. Post a comment in response: |
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