When I went on a short jaunt to Japan a few years ago, my guide asked me what I was willing to eat. "I'll eat anything you put in front of me," I promised, "except nothing with eyes looking at me, and no natto."
Thanks to Thomas Roche, I now know about Steve, Don't Eat It! And Steve eats natto.
"It also smelled kinda like baked beans. If they were baked in the filthy heat of Satan's asshole."
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Natto is disgusting. However, I have forgiven you for making me drink Kombucha when I was sick.
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