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Diet, caffeine-free Pepsi? Could that even be called Pepsi? A cola lacking in sugar and stimulants is hardly a cola worth drinking at all.

As for my worst supper...well, it would have to be soup I made from 12 day old pork and various rotting vegetables in the fridge with a healthy dose of bacon and beans. While delicious, I would not wish aftermath upon anyone. Lesson learned: Do not ferment pork.

the first time I made popovers. they came out like rubber, but they were all I had.

Old dirty stale french fries. Terrible shit.

Mom's squash and tofu casserole... Don't even ask.

Fish.

Salmon from a can.

Gross shit.

Fixed that for you. canned is the second best way to eat salmon. Lox is the first.

worst supper for me had to have been the night Living_Dead_Beat chewed up a tortilla chip, held me down and spit it onto my face, (some got in my mouth ) I fucking puked all over the floor

True Story

I'm eating tortilla chips right now you cock.

Im pretty sure he did that cause I spit like a lot in his iced tea and let him drink it I don't remember why I did that...

You two and your fucking shenanigans.

Oh, man, I've got one. I've always enjoyed spicy foods, and because of that, I always end up doctoring my food up with some crushed red pepper, or chili powder, or something along those lines. Well, nowadays I doctor only my own food, but in the past--when I was like, eight--I wasn't quite as wise. I'd take the liberty of making my family's food "taste better" by dumping a few tablespoons of something spicy into whatever we were having that night. Well, one day, when I was in second grade, my grandpa--who I was living with at the time--made a huge pot of chili. I decided the stuff wasn't nearly spicy enough--chili's supposed to be spicy, right?--so I promptly grabbed up the crushed red pepper and dumped a shit load in. An hour pasts, and the chili stews in the spices until my grandpa comes along. After taking a sip, spitting it out, and figuring out it was me who put the spice in, he decided he could still fix the chili, and punish me at the same time. He opened up the fridge, picked up a bunch of plain yogurt, and dumped about five cups of the stuff in, 'cause he figured that'd fix everything. It was the most disgusting thing I'd ever tasted, and I had to eat all of it.

I can't say I've ever had the urge to make people's food taste better.

I have however, made kraft dinner for everybody once. Big mistake. It turned out to be a big lop of shit, and I had to throw it out because it tasted so crap. This was when I was really young too, for the record.

Here's one. We had curry for dinner this evening. To augment it, I promptly cracked open a jar of Mr. Patak's hot mango in oil. Only after I pulled a pubic hair from the dollop I adorned my plate with did I notice the 'reduced' sticker on the jar. While I have an iron stomach, I'm still concerned that the amount of unadulterated curry spice in the brew, which I'm fairly certain could sterilize even the most rancid septic system, was not able to kill the inumerable STI's the dirty Indian who decided to rake my dinner across his crotch probably had.