Where Tastebuds Go to Die
The dried fig: proof that I will eat anything left long enough on my desk.
So putrid that not even the pests came for it after a day of leaving it out.




The dried fig: proof that I will eat anything left long enough on my desk.
So putrid that not even the pests came for it after a day of leaving it out.
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victoria, do you know what an audrey 2 is.
Is that from the little shop of horrors? OMG. If so, you’re right. And it’s totally creepy.
Hmm I actually enjoy munching on dried figs :D
eeerrr….dried figs of such tend to hide some creepy crawlers in the fruit. read: worms/bugs (color is white, sometimes earthy), and still alive and crawling.
Eyes, if you really love it, do split it and take a good look before you pop.
i quit eating ‘em long ago, when i got a hit rate of 40% per handful. tat’s a lot…..
yes, vick, a.k.a “tooie”. your pictures are freaking me out. you ate tooie!
cakes> She didn’t taste tooie good.
believe it or not i found a bag of “nature’s wonders” on the dining table just yesterday. thought about you, and then walked off.