necro-om-nom-nomicon:icouldwritebooks:moveslikekeithrichards:i think the hardest part about this job
necro-om-nom-nomicon:icouldwritebooks:moveslikekeithrichards:i think the hardest part about this job is not being able to say What The Fuck During my sophomore year biology class, we all had to dissect worms. One of the kids in class ate one. A few minutes into the class, the teacher was like, “oh, by the way, make sure not to touch your mouth. These worms are covered in super poisonous formaldehyde.” The kid who had eaten the work went pale. The kids at his desk huddled around him for a whispered discussion about whether or not he should admit to what he’d done, or keep his mouth shut and hope he survived it. He eventually decided that he did not want to risk death, put up his hand, and very timidly informed the teacher of his little snack. The poor teacher. She just got this look on her face, like she was considering switching careers immediately. Anyway, she ended up calling 911. I don’t know how things went down at the hospital, but the kid survived. Right. We’re going to have words about that last tag there. -- source link