Every one has one, here is mine:
My step dad lives in filth and one time i was spending the summer at his house, i got sick of it so i cleaned his fridge out.
In his vegtable crisper there was rotting fruits and veggies that were bleeding out mushy goop... but that isnt even the worst part.
In the very back corner was a head of lettuce probly older than i was. It looked like small, wet, green and brown scottish terrier, and when i picked it up felt like that old nickelodeon GAK crap.
It was one of two times in my life when vomit was actually forced out of my throat by my body.
I hated that day
My step dad lives in filth and one time i was spending the summer at his house, i got sick of it so i cleaned his fridge out.
In his vegtable crisper there was rotting fruits and veggies that were bleeding out mushy goop... but that isnt even the worst part.
In the very back corner was a head of lettuce probly older than i was. It looked like small, wet, green and brown scottish terrier, and when i picked it up felt like that old nickelodeon GAK crap.
It was one of two times in my life when vomit was actually forced out of my throat by my body.
I hated that day
