Oh thank you. That made my day.

oh, no kidding. that was too good.

For all those times I wondered what it would be like to gnaw on my grandmother's thigh, I was about to find out.

Evocative.

Okay, that was special. I laughed. Then I laughed some more. Then I discovered I could not stop laughing. It began to hurt. I was overwhelmed by the ridiculousness of the situation, which struck me as amusing. I laughed despite incipient gut cramping. Damn, that was funny. And painful. Is there a betting pool on how long Steve will live in view of his insane hobby?

I'm still sore.

chocolate breast milk!

The author is a master of imagery!
"The entire experience is difficult to describe, but if you can remember back to the very first time you made out with a hobo's ass, it's a lot like that."

For those who find Steve's research to be interesting, I recommend the following: http://www.hungovergourmet.com/food/food.html

"bean jizz" ohhh...i'm using that phrase again.

"Also, nestled in this mound of compost was a li'l packet of mustard. In its place, I would strongly suggest a written apology.

I actually guffawed. I hope Steve survives to eat again, and write about it. Thank you, Apostropher.

This should have been labelled "not safe for work unless you are confident fo your ability to suppress high-decibel snorts that make everyone in your company look in your direction wondering who brought a wild boar to the office."

The scary thing is that, while everything he wrote about natto is 100% accurate, my wife and daughter intentionally consume the vile stuff every day, and there's nothing I can do to stop them.