shower puss wrote:
My father in law used to work at a ketchup factory. When rats and mice die in the piles of rotten tomatoes, they just scoop them right into the mix with everything else.*salivates*
Okay it was more of a *puke* but I am not giving up my ketchup-topped scrambled eggs over a few dead rat bits. Mmmm chunky ketchup and scrambled eggs.
Ewwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww....
Don't tell me that, I'd rather not know!
