Halloween Is A Scary Time!

Hide Yo' Wives!  Hide Yo' Kids!

To repeat a quote from 'Ghostbusters'  (The GOOD one, the original...):

"I'm terrified beyond the capacity for rational thought!"

Try not to retch in the back of your throat, y'all.

This is NOT a man.

This is the darling of the Left, Lena "The Hyena" Dunham.

The expression of the guy sitting on the brownstone stoop is priceless...

(Click pic to embiggenate, not that you'd want to...)

The Smell Of Death Surrounds You...

Toto, We Ain't In Kansas Anymore!

Cheez & Rice, but it smells like the inside of a cholera ward bedpan in the office today...

Someone's been cooking something foul.  And they ain't from around here.

I am not opposed to foreign vittles.  Far from it.  With a few exceptions, I'm OK with just about everything the world can offer me on a plate.

OTOH, there's a few flavor combinations that immediately trigger my gag reflex, and whatever got brought in as someone's lunch today is on the "Make Me Puke" list.

First, there's a distinct aroma of organ meat.  That earthy, dark smell of liver, or black pudding, or some other iron-rich protein.

On top of that is a peppery scent.  Not hot pepper, more like a paprika.  Kind of a East European goulash or cabbage roll kind of smell.

Topping it off is the sharp tang of vinegar.  Bleagh, a warm vinegar odor just makes me wanna hurl.

Might be a tripe soup or stew.  Hard to say.  All I know is that it's absolutely nauseating.

Y'all ever try this stuff?

Mom used to get a can or two every so often back when she needed a quick dinner.  Comes out of the can looking like this:

It's got that same vinegar tang.   It's barely edible cold.  Heat it up, and I'll run from the room for the nearest toilet.  Seriously, give that stuff a quick run through a blender, and it's indistinguishable from your run-of-the-mill pile o' puke.

Jeez, I wish I could get away with firing up a cigar...