I spent a number of years on a tobacco farm. We didn't have many breaks, so you ate what you could when you could. We had a fella on the farm who would routinely make a sandwich using a slab of bologna and two honey buns as bread. He'd sometimes substitute sardines that were on the verge of expiring for the bologna because they were cheaper. He'd always wash it down with a chocolate milk.
All of this may sound good until you realize a tobacco field is the hottest place on earth. If the "real feel" at 1100 hours is 98, it's already a good 115 in the field...and rising. If you can fathom the heat and physical nature of being in a tobacco field, you can appreciate the resilience of this man's gut. It was a damn septic tank.
What is your weirdest/sickest combo?
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