I'm shocked at how many people recount stories of people eating tamales without removing the corn-husk wrapper, but I suppose that makes sense.
The ketchup (tomato sauce) stories continue horrify me. That's actually the reason why I stopped eating ketchup entirely. I went out with my parents to a Chinese restaurant, and saw a family at the next table pour ketchup all over their food. I nearly vomited, and haven't been able to tolerate the stuff since then.
Not that my own family was immune to this, mind you; I never had a steak cooked less than medium-well until I went away to college. That was a game-changer for me.
This exchange made me laugh:
BBQ ribs, don't use any kind of cutlery, you attack that shit with you bare hands like the caveman you are.
and then you get a phone call and you're like "oh shit balls".
Who stops eating ribs when the phone rings? If it's important they'll call back, but those ribs are not gonna eat themselves
"Dude what if your wife is going into labor?"
Through a mouth full of ribs "If ihs impotan she cawh bahk."
Whatever, labor lasts like twelve hours. She can wait.
Yeah and those ribs took 16 hours to smoke, no math needed here.
Priorities = straight
"I've always thought pastrami was the most sensuous of the salted cured meats."