On a medical course
we were at a demonstration of nasogastric aspiration: Mr Tube went down nose & throat, and with the help of Mr Syringe partially digested spaghetti and mash came up. One bright spark bet the instructor £10 he wouldn't then ingest the contents of someone else's guts- he accepted. Cue whip round, £10 in assorted shrapnel appeared; the instructor went a little bit green, realising he would have to go through with it. He swirled the orange-white sludge round a couple of times in the dish, tipped his head back with open mouth, and swallowed the lot in one. Yum. Everyone went white; I feel a little queasy recalling it, 19 years later.
( uncle bastard is cursing the council, Thu 1 Nov 2007, 14:46, closed)