Ever been to someones house and the food is awful

[InRareForm]

Do you finish it? Leave it? make up an excuse you are feeling ill.

What do you do?

[baseline bum]

Yeah, I mean the macaroni's soggy the peas are mushed and the chicken tastes like wood. So you try to play it off like you think you can by saying that you're full. And then your friend says momma he's just being polite; he ain't finished, naw 'aw that's bull. So your heart starts pumping and you think of a lie and you say that you already ate. And your friend says man there's plenty of food so you pile some more on your plate. While the stinky foods steaming your mind starts dreaming of the moment that it's time to leave, and then you look at your plate and your chicken is slowly rotting into something that looks like cheese. So then you say that's it; I got to leave this place! I don't care what these people think! I'm just sitting here making myself nauseous with this ugly food that stinks. So you bust out the door while it's still closed still sick from the food you ate, and then you run to the store for quick relief from a bottle of Kaopectate. And then you call your friend two weeks later to see how he has been, and he says i understand about the food baby brother, but we're still friends. And to the hip-hop, hip-hop, hip-to-the-hop and you don't stop. To the bang-bang-boogie, to the rhythm of the boogie, to the rhythm of the boogity beat.

[mrsmaalox]

I tend to be a bit particular about food, but I can manage to politely force down a small amt of whatever is served as long as it's not something too weird. But I absolutely cannot eat anything if their house/kitchen is filthy; I just stick to my "not hungry" story and don't budge, no matter if my stomach growls are audible to the entire house

[InRareForm]

^ but sometimes you can get a mixed poo poo platter with a few gems of good food. Hard to use the I am not hungry line when they do actually have some good stuff on the plate.

[dbreiden83080]

If you are 12 or have the maturity of a 12 year old, then you leave it or make up some lame excuse. Otherwise you politely finish the food and lie about it being good..

[AmericanPsycho]

Yes, and I don't leave a tip when I leave.

[leemajors]

Yeah, I mean the macaroni's soggy the peas are mushed and the chicken tastes like wood. So you try to play it off like you think you can by saying that you're full. And then your friend says momma he's just being polite; he ain't finished, naw 'aw that's bull. So your heart starts pumping and you think of a lie and you say that you already ate. And your friend says man there's plenty of food so you pile some more on your plate. While the stinky foods steaming your mind starts dreaming of the moment that it's time to leave, and then you look at your plate and your chicken is slowly rotting into something that looks like cheese. So then you say that's it; I got to leave this place! I don't care what these people think! I'm just sitting here making myself nauseous with this ugly food that stinks. So you bust out the door while it's still closed still sick from the food you ate, and then you run to the store for quick relief from a bottle of Kaopectate. And then you call your friend two weeks later to see how he has been, and he says i understand about the food baby brother, but we're still friends. And to the hip-hop, hip-hop, hip-to-the-hop and you don't stop. To the bang-bang-boogie, to the rhythm of the boogie, to the rhythm of the boogity beat.

/thread

[Leetonidas]

Yeah, I mean the macaroni's soggy the peas are mushed and the chicken tastes like wood. So you try to play it off like you think you can by saying that you're full. And then your friend says momma he's just being polite; he ain't finished, naw 'aw that's bull. So your heart starts pumping and you think of a lie and you say that you already ate. And your friend says man there's plenty of food so you pile some more on your plate. While the stinky foods steaming your mind starts dreaming of the moment that it's time to leave, and then you look at your plate and your chicken is slowly rotting into something that looks like cheese. So then you say that's it; I got to leave this place! I don't care what these people think! I'm just sitting here making myself nauseous with this ugly food that stinks. So you bust out the door while it's still closed still sick from the food you ate, and then you run to the store for quick relief from a bottle of Kaopectate. And then you call your friend two weeks later to see how he has been, and he says i understand about the food baby brother, but we're still friends. And to the hip-hop, hip-hop, hip-to-the-hop and you don't stop. To the bang-bang-boogie, to the rhythm of the boogie, to the rhythm of the boogity beat.

asshole, I was gonna post this

I thought that's what this thread was gonna be about tbh

[JoeChalupa]

If I'm invited to dinner I always eat but if it is a party then I don't have to.

[DMC]

No one invites me to dinner. They know better.

[resistanze]

Yeah, I mean the macaroni's soggy the peas are mushed and the chicken tastes like wood. So you try to play it off like you think you can by saying that you're full. And then your friend says momma he's just being polite; he ain't finished, naw 'aw that's bull. So your heart starts pumping and you think of a lie and you say that you already ate. And your friend says man there's plenty of food so you pile some more on your plate. While the stinky foods steaming your mind starts dreaming of the moment that it's time to leave, and then you look at your plate and your chicken is slowly rotting into something that looks like cheese. So then you say that's it; I got to leave this place! I don't care what these people think! I'm just sitting here making myself nauseous with this ugly food that stinks. So you bust out the door while it's still closed still sick from the food you ate, and then you run to the store for quick relief from a bottle of Kaopectate. And then you call your friend two weeks later to see how he has been, and he says i understand about the food baby brother, but we're still friends. And to the hip-hop, hip-hop, hip-to-the-hop and you don't stop. To the bang-bang-boogie, to the rhythm of the boogie, to the rhythm of the boogity beat.

[LnGrrrR]

Yeah, I mean the macaroni's soggy the peas are mushed and the chicken tastes like wood. So you try to play it off like you think you can by saying that you're full. And then your friend says momma he's just being polite; he ain't finished, naw 'aw that's bull. So your heart starts pumping and you think of a lie and you say that you already ate. And your friend says man there's plenty of food so you pile some more on your plate. While the stinky foods steaming your mind starts dreaming of the moment that it's time to leave, and then you look at your plate and your chicken is slowly rotting into something that looks like cheese. So then you say that's it; I got to leave this place! I don't care what these people think! I'm just sitting here making myself nauseous with this ugly food that stinks. So you bust out the door while it's still closed still sick from the food you ate, and then you run to the store for quick relief from a bottle of Kaopectate. And then you call your friend two weeks later to see how he has been, and he says i understand about the food baby brother, but we're still friends. And to the hip-hop, hip-hop, hip-to-the-hop and you don't stop. To the bang-bang-boogie, to the rhythm of the boogie, to the rhythm of the boogity beat.

I will echo the others who cursed you for posting this first.

[mouse]

I will echo the others who cursed you for posting this first.

Translation: I have no girlfriend.