Maggots. I’ve been chasing the high ever since. They were hiding in a pineapple flavored Swiss roll. I thought the maggots were coconut flakes at first. Pina colada is a good flavor. The maggots popping like boba didn’t set any alarm bells off. It was better than the usual coconut crunch. The maggots wriggling against my gums and tongue didn’t set any alarm bells off. It was the only time I ever chewed something that felt carbonated. The lone maggot crawling across my couch away from certain doom finally clued me in. Half of his platoon just got eaten and the other half was without a doubt up next.
The same thing happened to my mom at some point when she was a kid. For her it was an Almond Joy or Mounds, which let the maggots blend in even better. Is it a once in a lifetime thing everybody experiences or a generational curse? I feel cursed with the knowledge that maggots in the right context taste like the fuckin’ future.
I felt a little unwell but didn’t throw up. I was more worried about any health problems you could get from eating maggots. I calmed my nerves knowing that maggots are used on gangrenous flesh and won’t eat living flesh. Felt kinda bad throwing the remaining half out though.
So one time when I was in grade school I was like really into eating lots of boxes of raisins and everybody in the school gave me the raisins so they could watch me eat a bunch of raisins cuz we were like little kids and you know we’re stupid or whatever and I remember I was dumping each box one at a time onto my plate. Each one another set of raisins and I was getting picked to eat them and then when I dumped one box it came on a plate and it was maggots everywhere. Everybody was horrified because the realization sank on us. Every time you would turn a box of raisins just straight up in into your mouth. You might have accidentally eaten at magus. Some kids decided to try and capitalize and change my nickname to maggot man. But it didn’t really stick because honestly I was weird for a whole lot of other reasons and maggot man was like not really my fault anyway. So it wasn’t a big deal for me.
Maggots. I’ve been chasing the high ever since. They were hiding in a pineapple flavored Swiss roll. I thought the maggots were coconut flakes at first. Pina colada is a good flavor. The maggots popping like boba didn’t set any alarm bells off. It was better than the usual coconut crunch. The maggots wriggling against my gums and tongue didn’t set any alarm bells off. It was the only time I ever chewed something that felt carbonated. The lone maggot crawling across my couch away from certain doom finally clued me in. Half of his platoon just got eaten and the other half was without a doubt up next.
The same thing happened to my mom at some point when she was a kid. For her it was an Almond Joy or Mounds, which let the maggots blend in even better. Is it a once in a lifetime thing everybody experiences or a generational curse? I feel cursed with the knowledge that maggots in the right context taste like the fuckin’ future.
Reminds me of a Sardinian thing.
Maggots never looked bad to me. Anything plump with no bones is awfully close to a dish already.
i mean it sounds like they were actually kinda great and not disgusting tho…
what was your reaction once you realized? did you feel sick?
I felt a little unwell but didn’t throw up. I was more worried about any health problems you could get from eating maggots. I calmed my nerves knowing that maggots are used on gangrenous flesh and won’t eat living flesh. Felt kinda bad throwing the remaining half out though.
So one time when I was in grade school I was like really into eating lots of boxes of raisins and everybody in the school gave me the raisins so they could watch me eat a bunch of raisins cuz we were like little kids and you know we’re stupid or whatever and I remember I was dumping each box one at a time onto my plate. Each one another set of raisins and I was getting picked to eat them and then when I dumped one box it came on a plate and it was maggots everywhere. Everybody was horrified because the realization sank on us. Every time you would turn a box of raisins just straight up in into your mouth. You might have accidentally eaten at magus. Some kids decided to try and capitalize and change my nickname to maggot man. But it didn’t really stick because honestly I was weird for a whole lot of other reasons and maggot man was like not really my fault anyway. So it wasn’t a big deal for me.
Come on now, Mounds/Almond Joy are my favorite. Sometimes you feel like a nut, never do I feel like a maggot.
Bro what the fuck did I just read?
hey bud I’ll bet your cum farts are pretty tasty ;)
Jesus Christ.
Jesus Carpenter’s
THE MAGGOT
Penguinz0 type shit