remember chicken in a can?
From the post:
“I initially wanted to pull out the chicken and reserve the broth in the can, but the bones were too wiggly, so I had to pour it out.” and “Realized I did not in fact want to keep [the goo] and tossed it down the garbage disposal. I did taste it (the broth part, not the fat globs and mystery bits) with my finger and it was very weak like somebody had just dunked a chicken in some water.“
Well…someone actually… ate it.
Welp, I think that was enough to turn me into an air-tarian.
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