A neighbor was cooking chitlin's a few years ago and my brother thought
there was a dead animal laying around somewhere that was 'ripe.' I
didn't have the heart to tell him it was the girl next door fixing
those innards. I'm sorry, but the one time I ate them ruined me from
e-v-e-r letting those pass my lips again.

This is another reason I don't eat raw oysters. The thought of oyster
doo-doo is a bit much for me.

:-)