That is a good one.... And so true.
Growing up a hillbilly, I had a tough stomach. I could be eating spaghetti on one end of the kitchen table while they were cleaning freshly shot game on the other end of the table.
Fresh roadkill was a frequent meal. Better than biting into and spitting out the lead shot.
I took smoked trout to school for my lunch and it cleared the table when I pulled them out of my bag to eat with the heads still on them.
Was with a friend in a college bar when the college guys were swallowing live goldfish. My friend looks at them and says “That’s not how you do it!” as he popped one in his mouth and chewed up the live goldfish, spitting out the tail.
We were sick dudes...