passing the time

it all started with a pickle named “sassy”.  then there were sea monkeys.  and bubble races.

in our latests outbursts of maturity, “eating-of-gross-things” has become the standard.

challenges fly around the office between tom and kevin and glen and myself, and are rarely taken up by the challengee.  (said challengee usually wanting to keep his intestinal tract in one piece, and/or not spend the next three days in the bathroom).

recently, a care package arrived, and its contents provided a perfect opportunity for entertainment.  a small can of potted meat (i swear, that’s what it’s called), a small can of vienna sausages (sorry to any austrians who are offended by this product using their name), and reese’s peanut butter cups. 

for those of you with weak stomachs, go somewhere else and read about liposuction, it will be less disgusting.

here are the stages of consumption:

 apologies for the sideways pic; you’re gonna have to work to be disgusted.  this is the spotted meat, and it is more than capable of holding up a plastic spoon.  think “SPAM pate”…

 the second piece of the puzzle – authentic vienna sausage, glistening with natural goodness.

 putting it all together – note the addition of the reese’s peanut butter cup as a base layer.

 and moments before ingestion – presentation is everything.  we were going for “birthday cake”…

the results were predictable, and unremarkable.  kevin was slightly ill, the rest of us were violently ill, and we successfully wasted another 30 minutes of our day. 

here’s to the timeless practice of daring people to eat gross things.  and here’s to people sending us the raw materials.

cheers.