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So, the other day, I was hanging out with my buddy, and we were, uh, finishing up if you catch my drift. And this question just popped into my head, completely out of the blue: “can i eat what’s in the condom after?” I mean, it’s there, right? It’s… organic material. Seemed like a waste to just throw it away without, you know, investigating.
My buddy, he just stared at me like I’d grown a second head. “Dude, are you serious?” he said. But I was already on a mission. I grabbed the, uh, used receptacle and headed to the kitchen. Yeah, the kitchen. Don’t judge.
Phase 1: The Visual Inspection
First things first, I needed to see what I was dealing with. I carefully, and I mean carefully, opened up the, um, package. It wasn’t pretty. Let’s just say it looked like something you’d find in a science experiment gone wrong. Kind of cloudy, a little… viscous. Yeah, viscous is the word.
Phase 2: The Smell Test
- Attempt 1: I took a tentative sniff. Big mistake. Huge. It was… pungent. Like a mixture of, I don’t know, old gym socks and something vaguely chemical. My eyes watered.
- Attempt 2 I tryed to take another small sniff. Nope, mistake again. My stomach lurched.
Phase 3: The (Almost) Taste Test
Okay, so I wasn’t going to go full-on, you know, consumption. But I figured, what’s the harm in a tiny, tiny, tiny taste? I dipped the tip of my pinky finger in – and immediately chickened out. The smell was still lingering, and my brain was screaming “NO! BAD IDEA!”. The texture alone was enough to send shivers down my spine.
I rinsed my finger about a thousand times, scrubbed it with soap, and then gargled with mouthwash for a good five minutes. My buddy was on the floor, laughing his ass off. He kept saying, “I told you so!” And, well, he was right.
Conclusion: Some Things Are Best Left Untouched
So, can you eat what’s in a condom after? Technically, maybe. Should you? Absolutely, positively, without a doubt, NO. It’s not a culinary experience. It’s not a delicacy. It’s a biohazard waiting to happen. My curiosity was satisfied, my stomach was churning, and I learned a valuable lesson: some questions are better left unanswered. Don’t try this at home, folks. Seriously. Don’t.
