Food Gross Outs

When I was a kid, my brother bet me $10 I couldn't eat all the Jalapenos we had picked off of our large nachos at Julio's. I managed to do it, but then he tried to say that I wasn't allowed to drink anything after. Didn't matter, milk was the only thing that would have helped me. I think I drank like five more Pepsis or waters or whatever.

So, when I came across Steve, Don't Eat It, I was reminded not only of my Jalapeno experience, but of a story. My friend Sean and a bunch of his friends used to play this game called "Make Sean Drink This," during which they would mix together whatever they could find in the fridge, cabinets, spice rack, and dare Sean to chug.

I sent this to them as a reminder of the good old days. Then I got back Mystery Can back from Brian. If I've learned anything from these little food games, it's that you have to be willing, and that you have to spell out the rules beforehand.

Then there are people who are taking the whole Super Size Me idea and improvising. There's the guy who is blogging his experience of drinking nothing but Pepsi Spice until Christmas. That's 45 days of nothing but Pepsi Spice. That's a lot of holiday cola. I also just came across Crazy Asian Drink Reviews. Go for it, guys.

What's the grossest thing you've ever eaten or drink/drank/drunk?

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[max]

Without a doubt, the Prairie Fire. I've never uncontrollably sprayed down a bathroom in vomit until that shot.

Helped that I had a lot to drink before hand.

And a steak dinner.

[Sean]

The Potted Meat Food Product, so popular at truck stop convenience stores, has got to be the most vile stuff on earth.

Friends and I picked up a can on a road trip in January a few years back and just cracking the seal on the can made us want to vomit. It smelled like yak shit had died in the van. I don't think anyone even ate any after that; we just chucked the can onto the highway and left the windows down for several miles. We preferred risking frostbite than sharing the car with the smell of death.

[Mayor McCheese]

On a bet, I once ate 17 tacosin a row with disastrous post-lunch results. However, I was able to add "Taco King" to my belt buckle, alongside the existing "Liquid King" moniker (13 fountain sodas in a row, also with disastrous post-dinner results).

The worst consumption/disruption of all time, though, was begotten by a 64 oz. raspberry iced tea from the QuikTrip in Lawrence, KS, on 9th Street, sold in (roughly) the fall of 1996. I was incapacitated for more than 5 hours, and berry sediment painfully coursed through me at a rapid rate. Worse, though, was my repeated sips of the painful nectar of nauseousness. (At the 32 oz. point, I added water to dilute the mixture, in case it was merely too strong. Note: it still was.)

[nards]

My sister and I used to hold "taste tests" when we were kids. This consisted of the "taster" closing her eyes while the other person ransacked the cabinets to find something to feed the taster. The object of the game was for the taster to correctly guess what had been placed in her mouth. The time Meghan fed me a spoonful of baking soda had to be the most disgusting thing I have ever tasted. I threw up into the trash can.

[Brig]

I remember stopping at a Flying J near North Platte at about 4 AM and, doind anything to stay alert, reading a can of meat food product which had "partially defatted beef fatty tissue" included on the ingredient label. I then picked up and read a can of cat food, which sounded much more wholesome. In fact, if I had to choose between the two...

[Tony]

As every boy between the ages of 8-12, my friend and I took everything we could find in the fridge and mixed it together. We both took a drink and that was about as far as we got with that. We wrote down everything that was in it and called it "Dr. Feelgood's Special Poison." (As you can see by the pop culture reference, it was around the time that Motley Crüe's Dr. Feelgood came out.) I think it was mostly Mayo, Sanka, ketchup, mustard, and some other things.