Carnivore

Digging in our fridge, I found a half rack of ribs wrapped in foil.  A half rack of ribs that I thought Matt had taken to work and eaten weeks ago.  And I couldn't just throw away ribs!  They looked okay.  They didn't smell bad.  And they had been rubbed in salt, just like prairie meat of old.

So I just ate them.  I was going to compromise by not eating the outer rib on each side.  Assuming if there was bacteria, it would have had more surface area on the ends.  But when I got done with the middle ribs, I couldn't resist the outer pair.

Now it's in my head that I'm sick.  And I'll have to drink some Coke to kill any other bacteria that could be in my stomach.  ;)

T-Rex--ROAR!  I'm a tyrannosaurus.
I'm the biggest carnivore in the Cretaceous forest.

Yeah, that's right.  Dinosaur Train.  Represent.