There are some things I won’t do.
Base jump, skydive, eat baby octopi.
Okay, that’s not entirely true. I have eaten baby octopi, but in my defense, I had no idea they’d actually be baby octopi, look like they did, or come with my seaweed salad. I should have sent it back the moment I realized the horror, but didn’t want to be rude, and it almost killed me.
I came close to hurling at least half a dozen times that day. True fact. Continue reading