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Post by Unsavory on May 13, 2004 2:25:30 GMT -5
This is sort of inspired by the McDonald's thread on Coleman Francis Mountain, but I thought I'd open up the topic a bit further. What kind of odd or humorous experiences has everyone had with various food products, be it fast food, things you've baked yourself, or items you've purchased at the store.
I one time bought a box of corndogs at the grocery store. Well into the box, I sat down one evening to watch Monty Python with a plate with two corndogs on it. After I bit into the second corndog I noticed something odd. The meat inside was not reddish brown like the previous corndog, but instead a strange grayish brown.
I freaked out at first until I realized that the product wasn't a corndog at all. It was a piece of breakfast sausage wrapped with pancake, another product the company sold that was accidently thrown into the box. After recovering from my initial shock I just shrugged and ate the thing.
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Post by Ator on May 13, 2004 5:30:16 GMT -5
A long time ago, my parents had bought these really good popsicles that had gummy bears in them. Unfortunately, the box that we had ordered had a problem. Barely any gummy bears had been put in! We thought it was a mistake, so we wrote the company about it. They sent us a bunch of coupons to get more for free! Cool stuff. I guess the machine that inserts the gummy's ran out of them.
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Post by marytrobot on May 13, 2004 10:37:45 GMT -5
i don't know perhaps this is a little stupid but I'm gonna put it up anyways
ok so one day my friends and I had a sleep over, (this was a long time ago, we were...14 or 15)anyways 3 of them went to buy some food from Wendy's because this really hot guy, mattt that they where obsessed with worked there, well when they come back they found that they didn't have their fries. They joking said they where gonna call and complain, and i was like 2hell I'll do it!" So they did and I started out in this really airy vioce, "hi, is this Wendys?" the guy was like yeah, and Meg (the girl who was really obsessed with matt)was listening on the other phone, she starts screaming "oh my god!!! it's Matt!!" and I continue "well look, (still airy voice) I ordered a small cheeseburger and some french fries, and (i changed my voice completely to a person ready to kill) I didn't get my fing french fries! Now I don't know what the hell is up with you people but when i want french fries I fing want them!!!"
The poor guy was like "uh,,, well hold on one second..."
By then Everyone was watching me and laughing, so I couldn't continue and slammed down the phone. Yep so that was my funny food story, not to good,
I have a funny video story where i was calling up and Asking if they had Spaceballs..every time there would be this looong pause before answering, and it didn't help that my friend was laughing at me in the background...but that's a different story...
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Post by yousonuva on May 13, 2004 10:58:06 GMT -5
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Post by doctorz on May 13, 2004 11:25:41 GMT -5
Since my birthday coincides with Robert Burn's birthday weekend, my parties of late have all had a Scottish theme to them. Besides lots of bottles of single-malt scotch, my wife and I also prepare a scottish feast for our guests. I know some of you suave types out there think this is going to be a story about Haggis, but no it's not. It's a story about a little known delicacy called Black Bun. This concoction is a cake that is black as coal, jammed with raisens and has about a third of a bottle of scotch in it. The recepie I had for it produced vast quantities of this desert and although not entirely unedible, said vast quantities were left over. After about a week of trying to eat this stuff, I gave up and called my friend Bill over to come get it for his pig. Bill owns a pot-bellied pig and he loves left overs. Bill fed the pig the cake, but forgot about the scotch and gave him the whole huge leftover at once. The pig got really, really drunk and laid in a stupor for 2 days. On the third day the pig got up and staggered about bady hung over and very grouchy. They couldn't get near Sampson for two days. He would chase them off, which he had never done before. After a while they got Sampson to eat again, but to this day he carefully removes anything that has raisens in it and will not touch anything that has even the hint of alcohol on it.
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Post by emperordorkin on May 13, 2004 15:46:53 GMT -5
When I was about five or six, I took a popsicle out of the freezer, unwrapped it, and realized it was orange...a flavor I didn't particularly care for. For some reason, instead of throwing it in the garbage, I went into my parents' bedroom and put it in a pair of my dad's pants he left lying on the bed. When I later heard a blood-curdling scream, I knew I was in for an ass-whooping.
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Post by otrfan on May 14, 2004 11:58:55 GMT -5
CONFESSION: When I was a little kid ( I don't remember what grade ), we had a party in school. Long story short, I didn't finish my ice cream, so I put it in my little briefcase and took it home. Needless to say, upon arriving home, the ice cream had melted all over the inside of my briefcase thus making a mess. This happened, oh 25+ years ago, and my mother has never let me forget it.  |
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Post by nightfalcawk on May 14, 2004 16:28:32 GMT -5
When I was six I ate a handful of poison ivy on a bet to prove that I was not allergic. I know I'm lucky to be alive.
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Post by Phantom Engineer on May 15, 2004 17:46:19 GMT -5
CONFESSION: When I was a little kid ( I don't remember what grade ), we had a party in school. Long story short, I didn't finish my ice cream, so I put it in my little briefcase and took it home. Needless to say, upon arriving home, the ice cream had melted all over the inside of my briefcase thus making a mess. This happened, oh 25+ years ago, and my mother has never let me forget it. So as a child you had a briefcase and you put ice cream in it. Did you believe it was refrigerated? Were you unusually stupid as a child? I don't mean to sound rude but I have to ask. |
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Post by Buddhist Kitten on May 16, 2004 18:23:11 GMT -5
Once I went to this place, and there was cockroaches on the candy.
I got a snapple that tasted weird and left, shocked.
But I kept the Snapple cap, despite the suspicious tasting lemonade.
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Post by marytrobot on Jun 10, 2004 22:26:37 GMT -5
pay no attention unless you have a new story, I'm just bumping this up so elise knows what my title means, she's been asking, and I'm too lazy to write it all.
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Post by roxy18 on Jun 10, 2004 22:33:04 GMT -5
pay no attention unless you have a new story, I'm just bumping this up so elise knows what my title means, she's been asking, and I'm too lazy to write it all. Thanks for filling me in on that story, i don't recall you ever telling me that. |
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Post by marytrobot on Jun 10, 2004 22:47:07 GMT -5
Thanks for filling me in on that story, i don't recall you ever telling me that. well, it was a time when I was friends with the whore Alison |
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Post by nightfalcawk on Jun 11, 2004 14:33:18 GMT -5
You guy know each other from outside here, don't you?  |
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Post by Phantom Engineer on Jun 11, 2004 15:01:15 GMT -5
You guy know each other from outside here, don't you? "You guy"? What does this mean? I guess you're more literate in Latin. |
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