It seems that my friends can talk me into a lot more than I would prefer to admit. . . From piercing the cartilage of my ears to. . . well, eating a scorpion. Yes ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls, they convinced me to eat a scorpion so they can film it. Most people walk past the weird scorpion and other insect treats, some buy them as gag gifts, oh no, not MY friends. How they convince me to do these things is beyond me.
Dawning my college sweater, I faced the scorpion, and ingested it. It tasted like popcorn kernels and coffee grounds and had about that texture. Apparently they're bringing meal worms next. . .
Bring it on.
The Lady has spoken.









--
"We_come to BJ's? . . . Waiiiittt a minute!"
~ Me
"I'm a little bit of something for everyone!"
~ Also Me
X]
--
--
"We_come to BJ's? . . . Waiiiittt a minute!"
~ Me
"I'm a little bit of something for everyone!"
~ Also Me
*flail*
--
"Love is a grave mental Disease."
- Plato
|Artist of the week|
=cockrocket
--
"We_come to BJ's? . . . Waiiiittt a minute!"
~ Me
"I'm a little bit of something for everyone!"
~ Also Me
Previous Page123Next Page