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Part 2 of this series... poop/vomit stories.

Man, you haven’t lived until you’ve lived in China and seen cute babies taking monster dumps into garbage cans at the mall. That peeing story didn’t even make me bat an eyelash.

It’s like Stephan curated BCO

A fellow Montanan! At least I can be certain that one person on this blog knows what rare means.

If they don’t cook it right, send it back. Any server even remotely worth their salt will tell you this: if you order it a certain way, and it does not come out that way, you are more than within your rights to send it back. You ordered it a certain way and the kitchen fucked it up, now they can deal with cooking it…

Sure. My comment was 100% sincere. That humble brag was subtle and expertly deployed (and struck me as totally unintentional). Humble bragging isn’t per se bad; it’s only bad when it’s gratuitous or clumsy. This one was delightful.

Most college girls are young and cute. It’s only looking back at the pictures of ourselves 5-10 years later that most of us realize it!

The funny thing is that after freely admitting to eating plain pasta, I still believe that people who like their meat well-done are abominations who should be eliminated for the greater food.

...That was not a typo.

Oh! How I wish I’d submitted the story about the time someone (well, several someones) ate part of a sculpture in my art gallery. The piece — 100% made of clay, modeled and fired to the hardness of stoneware dishes — was by an artist who was rapidly losing her eyesight due to a degenerative eye disease. The sculpture…

good story, excellent humble brag

YES FUCKING THANK YOU

I buy soap at Lush. I always wondered how many kids tried to eat bath bombs. Guess I should ask about adults, too.

I knew, one day, that we’d see a non-eatery story on BCO. From the guy who ordered the offal charcuterie plate yesterday, here’s to you, Preserved Lamb Lung Guy.

I used to work at Lush, a schmancy handmade soap place. We had a lot of bath products that looked like cute little pastries and smelled amazing. You would not (or probably would) believe the number of people who bit into these and were angry with us because they tasted like soap. Also the woman who licked a bar of…

I’m not sure what’s worse - seasoning it without trying it, or using the hipster excuse for hot sauce.

Back in my college days, early 1990s, I worked PT in a tiny sushi restaurant in a upscale shopping district near Akron, Ohio - one of about 4 in NEOhio at the time. This place was owned by the Chef, a Japanese man with a very heavy accent, a very respected sushi chef trained in Japan. This place had a counter that sat…

I have had the same experience with my wife, who prefers not to eat anything without the accompaniment at least one of ketchup, barbecue sauce, or soya sauce. There’s nothing quite as disheartening as spending over an hour working on a meal only to have your hard work immediately doused in any of those.

Totally. We brought my mom’s family from Minnesota tamales one Christmas (because tamales and hot chocolate are a common Christmas Eve treat in South Texas, where we live) and didn’t think about offering instruction. Caught my cousin throwing out half of her tamale later cause it was too hard to eat. She’d been…

The hipster eating the whole tamale was the least surprising story in a long time. The second I saw “tamale” I knew we were heading for a “he ate the entire thing, including the husk.” I made tamales for a cookout once and a few of the people had no idea and almost ate the husk.