I've eaten ostrich, emu, buffalo, rattlesnake, goat, cuttlefish, mealworms (in a chimichanga), crickets (fried and served as croutons on a salad), ants (in little chocolate cups), and other things I've blocked out.
When I was a child, we actually had a pet monkey. His name was Marty and he went berserk whenever let out of his cage.
I love grocery shopping and trips to the farmer's market. Fresh produce makes me happy.
I cannot drink cow's milk because it grosses me out, but ice cream and half & half I have no issues with.
I have been fired from jobs because people were rude to me and I verbally bitchslapped the fuck out of them. Go big or go home, know what I'm saying?
I don't like white wine.
Most days, I would rather be on a beach doing nothing than anywhere else doing anything.
I love to go fishing, especially if there's beer involved.
I am terrified of heights, even in movies or on TV.
I love heavy thunderstorms, lightning, thunder, the whole bit. Rain makes me happy and oftentimes sleepy, especially if it is raining hard when I wake up.
When I was a child, we actually had a pet monkey. His name was Marty and he went berserk whenever let out of his cage.
My paternal grandmother had a pet monkey. We were expressly forbidden from even acknowledging him though. She kept him on her shoulder most of the time. I don't ever recall seeing a cage or other enclosure for him.
I love grocery shopping and trips to the farmer's market. Fresh produce makes me happy.
:) I thought I was the only one
I love heavy thunderstorms, lightning, thunder, the whole bit. Rain makes me happy and oftentimes sleepy, especially if it is raining hard when I wake up.
I really dig angry weather (my term). Thunderstorms have such a unique energy that it's hard not to get caught up in it.
Dude, are we separated at birth? I have the same milk phobia, exactly as you do, but mine comes with a funny experience in Hungary when I was a baby. . .
I dunno, but if you were born into my bloodline and then adopted out then I'm suing someone. Who and for how much is negotiable, but the what for's are endless.
I have still yet to even see what you look like! *hint hint*
I just think it (milk) is really gross, I have really horrible imagery of cows hooked up to milking machines and there's poo and mud and assorted other yuck all over before the process begins... WRETCH!
My paternal grandmother had a pet monkey. We were expressly forbidden from even acknowledging him though. She kept him on her shoulder most of the time. I don't ever recall seeing a cage or other enclosure for him.
I love grocery shopping and trips to the farmer's market. Fresh produce makes me happy.
:) I thought I was the only one
I love heavy thunderstorms, lightning, thunder, the whole bit. Rain makes me happy and oftentimes sleepy, especially if it is raining hard when I wake up.
I really dig angry weather (my term). Thunderstorms have such a unique energy that it's hard not to get caught up in it.
But of no. 5, I have to say I would have fired you too.
I have still yet to even see what you look like! *hint hint*
I just think it (milk) is really gross, I have really horrible imagery of cows hooked up to milking machines and there's poo and mud and assorted other yuck all over before the process begins... WRETCH!