Is “stomached” even a word?
Frankly folks, I really don’t want to be accosted by this grossness when I’m shopping for my chicken breasts.
These be brains. Yeppers. Brains. Bleh. How the hell are you even supposed to cook the damn things? Ugh. I don’t even want to know. Put these over there with the horse meat. I’m not buying them.
OMG NOOOOOO!!! See, this is precisely why curiosity killed the cat. With oil and lemon.
Thank God the cat had 9 lives.