Have you ever tried something ONCE and then quit?

Shit, I wish. Every damn thing I've ever done I haven't been able to stop. Except cocaine. I've made up for it unfortunately, though. Especially in the last 5 years.

Women

Crack. It was wack.

Beer.

I was in college and it was like, people like the taste of this? It was gross. Happy to stick to wine.

Gabapentin, which was prescribed for nerve pain following a messy surgery. My insides were scrambled. I was so stoned I couldn't put a sentence together. There are a few other drugs I can't tolerate but that one really stands out.

R4 Yes! Beer tastes awful and makes my breath stink. Once was enough.

Roller coaster.

Pussy

Tried your mom and quit.

[quote] Pussy

Same as R8. Just kidding!

I once touched an uncut penis. I was appalled and disgusted and immediately excused myself and raced down three 4 narrow flights of stairs to just make it to the stoop where I vomited over the railing. I then had a grand mal seizure and it was the tenant in the basement apartment who took pity on me and stepped over my vomit and tended to me and called an ambulance. It was the most traumatic sexual experience of my life.

Poppers.

I did them once and thought I was going to have a heart attack, so I never did them again.

R11 = Heterosexual South Carolina Senators Lindsey Graham and Tim Scott.

I tried a cigarette once. Didn't even make it half-way through. YUCK.

For food, nopales at a Mexican restaurant. It was such a weird experience. It was a new food to me, and I was fine with it at first. Somehow, as I continued eating my torta, this feeling of disgust and nausea starting creeping over me. I had to stop eating it. It wasn't a flavor or texture thing. I still don't know why, but for the rest of the day and part of the next, every time I thought of it, I felt like throwing up. Never again.

Acid. It was just too much, and lasted too long. Shrooms are more mellow. The acid killed my enjoyment of pot. It completely changed my reaction to it.

Ketamine and women. One and done.

Eggplant. I toughed it out through three bites and was done forever with it.

Topping

Scotch.

Sushi

A Quentin Tarantino movie.

Cocaine.

I never got that amazing high you're supposed to get. All coke did was make me grind my teeth and talk nonstop. And the next day I felt like COMPLETE SHIT.

It was awful. Once was enough for me.

Indian Food

R16 does schizophrenia run in your family?

Crystal meth

Bleu cheese dressing. It just tastes WRONG.

Cross Fit. I hated it.

Golf. Even as an elder gay now, I still don't get it.

I tried Klonopin once to unwind during a stressful time, had a paradoxical reaction, and ended up pacing around my yard for 45 minutes in fight or flight. Xanax never hits me the wrong way, but the Klonopin wanted to kill me.

Never again!

Do not try Lyrica then R5. Powerful and hard to get off.

Marijuana. I tried smoking a joint in college once - just a few puffs. It didn't do anything for me and I never felt the need to try it again.

Ethiopian food. Toooo spicy for me.

Crack.

It was such non-sexual orgasmic, raw euphoria I knew if I ever ingested even one more hit of it, I'd be gone, and, at the time, I already was an active alcoholic and cocaine addict.

Foie gras

R32 No one told you the thing about pot is you dont feel it the first few times? You quit too soon!

Back in the 70s, I shot up cocaine once just to try it. A friend of mine had already been doing it and he talked me into it. I stole one of my Dad's unused diabetic needles and a cotton ball soaked in alcohol. What a nerd LOL! Anyway after he shot me up I immediately stood up and stood against a tree because I thought I had to piss, then blacked out. Not worth it at all.

Getting fisted. It hurt

Skydiving

Crack. One hit and I understood how it could be addictive.

Meth - okay, not once but three or four times. It had absolutely no effect on me and wondered what all the fuss was about.

Skiing. I tried it New Years Eve weekend in 2019 and ended up hurting myself very badly. As in concussion, cracked rib, whiplash. Took a month to begin to feel normal again, I was on muscle relaxers because of the spasming in my ribs. They had the snow pipe up without baffling around it, and I fell and was rolling down the hill fast and rolled into the pipe. I realized too late that I could have sued due to the lack of baffling. But the between those contracts they have you sign and the statute of limitations being one year, I was out of luck. I have not been nearly as active or athletic since that accident. Skiing is fucking dangerous. People get hurt and die skiing. I will never ski again.

It's hard for me to be addicted to anything. I can smoke a pack of cigarettes and then not do it again for 5 years.

Same, R42. I don't get physically addicted to anything (though I've never tried hard drugs). I smoked a few cigarettes a day for years without increasing much until this year--went up to 5 or 6 a day this summer--then suddenly decided to drop it and had no problem quitting. I might pick it up again after the election to cope. I have a feeling I'm going to need a crutch.

Surprise anal.

Voting Republican

Salvia. Technically I've tried it three times but never again.

Sushi.

It's gross.

German food in general.

Foods, definitely.

I have a wide range of food tastes but like meat in moderate portions and divorced and preferably in an abstract state from its bestial beginnings: no meat on the bone; no sucking the fatty gristly stuff from chicken feet; no goat's eyes carved out with an ulu; no animal skin, tongue, organs... Seafood, however, is entirely different (except fish heads and fish bones.) No deer, no bison, no rattlesnake, no monkey brains, no bull dick or testicles, no fermented delicacies of exotic lands that turn my stomach...

Likewise no very strong or especially stinky cheeses (and I mean strong ones...not the people for whom anything with more taste than a plastic wrapped slice of golden yellow cheese is too "strong."

I know I don't like these things because I tried almost every one and more. Food should be a pleasure, not a survivalist's Sophie's choice.

Ecstasy. My brain felt like a balloon on a stick.

Bone marrow from a cow femur. Didnt hate it, just disappointed.

Pernod. Just awful.

Black licorice. Omg how do people eat that shit? I had to gag it down.

The carnival ride that looks like a Ferris Wheel but the cars hang from the wheel and spin and turn upside down. 🤢🤮

Beets

Gag me.

Same, R54!! Once was too much. I had a panic attack in that thing! Its unholy, spinning around in a cage, praying for it to end. Really the worst.

Melted Brie

Poor cow

I played tennis once. Didn't care for it at all.

The odd thing is, I love badminton, and in college was a top amateur player able to play a very brutal game.

👏🙄Gloria Upton

Cocaine. I kept waiting for something to happen. It came in a tiny clear bag. I lost interest..and the bag, with some still in it; i was happy it had no effect on me. Then en route home I was genuinely freaking out through the airport that the bag might be wrapped up in my suitcase items lol. So No interest..and i must have saved a fortune over the year's and I look great.

[quote] I have a wide range of food tastes but like meat in moderate portions and divorced and preferably in an abstract state from its bestial beginnings: no meat on the bone; no sucking the fatty gristly stuff from chicken feet; no goat's eyes carved out with an ulu; no animal skin, tongue, organs... Seafood, however, is entirely different (except fish heads and fish bones.) No deer, no bison, no rattlesnake, no monkey brains, no bull dick or testicles, no fermented delicacies of exotic lands that turn my stomach...

Huh?

I passed out the one time I tried bottoming, so that was it for me.

Skiing for me , too. I felf like I had no control over how fast I was going or even WHERE I was going. I'm a self-diagnosed control freak so skiing is not for me. Maybe if I had tried when I was younger but I was a senior in HS at the time.

Okra. I just can't eat it. I love Gumbo but always pick it out. My grandfather made it for us (he was from the South) and it was just slime on slime.

Aperol Spritz. Granted, it was pre-made in a bottle. Thank god it was a small bottle. Took one sip and poured it down the drain.

[quote]Acid. It was just too much, and lasted too long. It killed my enjoyment of pot. It completely changed my reaction to it.

Same here. Anytime I smoked pot after two bad LSD trips, it was like going through a 25% strength acid trip. Never again for either one.

Also cocaine, which I found annoying. It mostly made me feel depressed, and I couldn't go to sleep. No, thank you.

Ethiopian food. The first thing I grabbed off the platter with my Handi-Wipe bread was a hard boiled egg. There is no more detestable thing that (some) people eat than the hard boiled egg. I didn't like the rest of it, either.

Truffles (and truffle oil)

Caviar

Brussels sprouts. Why do so many people get all, "Well, you haven't tried [italic]my[/italic] Brussels sprouts" about it? No. I really do hate them. All of them.

Chewing tobacco

I tried chewing tobacco once when I was a teenager and it made me violently ill. I was sick for hours.

Burrata cheese. Okay. I like fresh mozzarella better.

I smoked meth once. It felt like inhaling nuclear waste mixed with metal. Extremely unpleasant taste and the high was meh.

Sushi.

Also, I tried women many times but knew on some level the first time that it wasn't for me. I could have sex with them, but could never love them.

Cocaine just doesn't do it for me. It did one time, one of the most fun nights of my life. Other than that, nothing special.

Horseback riding. Once and done. Hurt muscles I didn't even know I had, and the horse doesn't always do what you want it to. And they're so fucking big! Never again.

Golf. Hell, I didn't even actually golf. My-ex-the-cop took me to the driving range and put a bucket of balls down next to where I was standing. The ball was so tiny and so far away! But I gave it my best effort. Still, I hated it, and I never did it again. What's funny is that half my family were golfers and I love to watch golf on TV. Not for me, though.

Threesome. Not for me.

R4 and R19 sound quite swishy and prissy

R70, I agree with you about golf. I just didn't get it. I don't get most team sports either; baseball, hockey, football, soccer once was sufficient. Totally into individual sports and have always been very physically active.

The first time I tried golf I was shocked by the drive I managed to hit. Straight, high, beautiful and long. I was totally hooked. Then I quickly realized it was a fluke. Damn.

R61 oh honey, you were ripped off. Real cocaine *always* "does something" to you.

R61 ...and ya don't really look "that great" sweetie.

Fried calamari. I was burping up the old grease for hours.

Basketball

Rimming

About golf, my dad used to drag me to the gold course from time to time. I sucked at it, so it was a chore, but there was this one time that I hit the ball and it sailed in a nice arc to land on the green, and it gave me this joy that I didn't expect. I then figured that if I actually had talent, I could have become a golf fanatic.

That’s exactly how I feel when I have walking pneumonia R50!!

TOPPING. My shit on your dick is one thing, BUT your shit on my dick, howEVER...

Pussy.

[quote] Fried calamari. I was burping up the old grease for hours.

Why are you blaming the calamari? You said it was "fried" and that you were burping up "grease" for hours.

In that case, you should give up fried foods, in general. Including french fries. But somehow I doubt that will happen.

r84 = finger-wagging Polly Prisspot of DL.

Coffee

Working as a salesman cold phone calling homes and trying to sell coupon books for local businesses and services. Like dry cleaning and karate classes. It was a scam. I lasted half a day. I was 16 and immediately friends with an older girl. She was like Mary Bradford from "Eight is Enough", if Mary was a a dedicated smoker. We got suspicious and ended up calling some off the businesses to see if they honored the coupons we were selling. "What coupons?", they asked. The con artist bossman was listening to all of us on our cold calls. When we came back to the generic office from lunch, we were ready to proceed with a freshly hatched expose plans, when they told me and Lani O'Grady to go home. We were no longer needed. They'd mail us our wages. This was before the internet and cell phones, people answered the phone when it rang and spoke to whomever was on the other end. Now, I can't imagine answering an incoming call where I don't know the number. That's like playing in traffic.

R87 Here. I would be remiss if I didn't acknowledge and give credit for my punctuation above to the greatest little preroll I bought at the dispensary. It's a half joint and called a Dog Walker. Loved it.

A raw oyster. My dad loved them, so I tried one when I was 13 or 14 while we were at some restaurant. It was so slimy and nasty, I couldn't get it down. I ran to the bathroom and spat it out in the toilet.

Brussel sprouts. They taste bitter and chewy and smell like farts and smelly feet while being cooked.

LSD. I bought a tab of blotter acid with a pic of Tweety Bird on it from a sketchy looking meth head in a college town. It was fun until I came down and the strychnine gave me the twists. My stomach was cramping for hours. Never again.

This:

R54 R56

The Zipper?

Traveling to Africa. My little brother's wife is Nigerian and they had a huge 1500 person wedding in Nigeria. The crazy thing is my older brother, who his sixteen years old than my younger, his wife is Nigerian too. So I had avoided having to go for 20 plus years. But this wedding I couldn't avoid. Nigeria is a mess. It's a mix of extreme excess and extreme poverty. This wedding was on the excess part with armed guards with machine guns at all the entrances. It was indeed on the level of Coming to America. The wedding their cost around 250K I am sure, but it would be a million dollar wedding in the United States. And it lasted ALL DAY LONG. After having seen what I saw, I have absolutely no desire to ever go back to Nigeria, let alone Africa.

Grand Canyon. I saw it once, that was enough. Too crowded.

Gin. Junior year college, the first and only time hard liquor truly fucked me up. Can't and won't go near it, ever since.

Seconded about roller coasters. I have a latent, low key chronic neck injury from a car wreck in my teens, and a roller coaster ride five years later did exactly the wrong things for me. Quite a setback.

I was going to say murder.

But I then had a wild Friday night!

Roller skating at the beach

The Lambada

Skiing.

Vaginal sex.

Disney World. I went once. It was ok - there was nothing particularly great or awful. But I have zero interest in ever going back.

Sir Thomas Beecham had something to say about this.

“Once a philosopher, twice a pervert”

Cheeto's Crunchies Flamin' Hot and they aren't kidding!🔥🔥🔥🔥

Chartreuse

Being happy.

Being masculine.

Jack Daniels. Got sick as a dog. My poor toilet bowl.

Cocaine was a big nothing.

Pot - boring and smelled bad.

Sex/dating - jerking off is easier and then you don't have some whining cunt on your case 24/7.

Travel - exhausting, uncomfortable, expensive and basically a waste of time. I do travel for work but never for pleasure.

Lobster tastes of nothing but melted butter and is a mess to eat.

Hookers - some clown got me an escort as a gag gift while I was on one of the aforementioned work travels. The guy called up to confirm and finalize arrangements. I told him I was not interested. I then called the clown at 2 AM his time and tore him a new asshole to match the one rattling around in his skull.

My first boyfriend got me to smoke Heroin with him. I threw up. Dodged those bullets - the bf and the drug.

R110 sounds like a bundle of fun and joy.

R110 poops out at parties.

The Caribbean.

Hates travel. Hates dating. Hates sex. Hates lobster.

Hard to imagine what R110 might like. Having his account books in perfect order? Using all that saved time for the finer things in life?

Waterskiing. Couldn't stay up so never tried again. Tried eating liver once. Never again. Tried to watch Fox "News" once and lasted less than 5 minutes.

Like r96 I also tried gin once and it didn't agree with me at all. I felt sick and nauseous and I didn't even have that much of it. I can drink a couple glasses of other hard liquors like vodka or whiskey and I'm fine but gin made me feel so ill.

R115, Cooking, cocktails and wine, walking, classical music, jazz, blues, reading, particularly Russian, Italian and American literature; trashy horror movies and Victorian ghost stories; opera (Verdi, Mozart); dinner parties; architecture; driving (I live in a lovely area, particularly in autumn;) gardening; landscaping; cross-country-skiing; swimming; bocce; riding; croquet; chess; bridge and other card games; picnics; hiking (chronic back issues, so not much more of this for me), meditation based on Japanese observation of nature (moonlight sessions; cultivated flowering trees, tea, etc.).

I have a wide circle of acquaintance, a library from five generations of readers and a beloved cat.

Don't cry for me, Argentina.

Canoe-ing. I capsized twice -- my clumsy fault -- with my dad. He was pissed. In canoe-ing's defense, I imagine they've come up with canoes these days that aren't as easy to tip over.

For those who mentioned skiiing: IMO, you have to do it more than once.

I was stuck on a ski trip for 2-3 days. Had never skied before. First day, hated it, absolutely demoralizing. And I was in good shape, at the time. IIRC, by the 2nd day, I was a lot better at it and did grow to enjoy it.

He has confirmed that he’s boring, R115.

Heroin.

Did it once. Loved it! And knew I could never do it again!

I’ll try anything once

Crack Scary as shit

I took speed once in college and then never again, I have never have done any other illegal drug. My brother was a drug addict, no point in taking chances and I have never felt a desire to change my state of mind, I like my state of mind.

Hot yoga.

I like regular yoga...great stretching, feel relaxed and centered at the end.

Hot yoga...uncomfortable, smelly people all around, poses (or at least the poses the instructor was telling us to do) were almost unnatural . After 20 minutes, I felt more tense than I ever have after any type of exercise and I left the class early.

Never again.

[quote]The odd thing is, I love badminton, and in college was a top amateur player able to play a very brutal game.

Mary!

A cat. I liked her and she lived a long life but litter boxes suck.

Yeah, I'd love to have an animal (dog or cat), but I really don't want to deal with picking up after them. I also don't want to deal with all of the pet hair and fur. Plus ... vet bills. Also, I don't eat a lot of meat. I wouldn't want to be buying meat just to feed a cat or dog.

R127 obviously doesn't know anything about competition badminton,

Surprise anal

I visited Buc-ee's once and I've had sufficient. I don't understand the ardent following it has. It's just a really, really big convenience store with an ugly mascot.

Heroin. Perhaps it was my mild allergy to opiates, perhaps it was because it came at the end of a three day meth sex binge, I threw up shortly after my shot and continued to do so for the next several hours. It was during this early period that my host informed me that the puking was part of the high. Whatever hot fun hijinks I had in mind dissolved almost instantly. Regurgitation is a non-starter almost any time, especially so when frisky (like ghb can be), and that it is supposed to be part of the ride makes it a big No.

Also tried Crack the same night - did that one other time, neither worth noting, but was shooting meth by this point in the story, so Crack could never contest for my affection.

In N Out burger. A good half hour at the drive thru despite only a few menu items and an army of pimply faced teenagers working there. Shitty shoestring fries and a so-so burger. I don't get the hype.

I thought you were boring R18, until this bit...

"...meditation based on Japanese observation of nature (moonlight sessions; cultivated flowering trees, tea, etc.)."

And I don't understand an interest in architecture paired with a contempt for travel, but clearly that's my shortcoming.

Do carry on with your tea-based meditations.

Shitting in the summer

$50 says R110 / R118 is from New England.

I know the type.

I have a similar reaction to opiates, R133. Went on a catamaran once in Hawaii. Got violently seasick. Never again.

R135, being in a new place can be wonderful.

Getting to the new place is horrible.

My back issues make travel very difficult unless I can stop and walk about or change my position fairly frequently.

Instagram has been a godsend.

R137

"Lobster tastes of nothing but melted butter and is a mess to eat" is one of the most flyover things you can possibly think. True New Englanders are far to insular to slam their own cuisine or anything about their region.

"Don't cry for me, Argentina"? Oh no honey. One upping each other on contemporary Broadway references is a blood sport with New England queens.

Decades ago, this person saw the bus and truck tour of Evita in a rectangle state, and it was probably pretty good.

R137 People on the coasts are more open to new experiences just because they happen there all the time. In all organisms, the changing and friction is at the edges; the middle is stasis.

This flavor of affected fussiness has a rust-belt aroma to me.

[quote]True New Englanders are far to insular

Well, R140 can't possibly be from NE, because they teach their children the difference between "to," "too," and "two." At least they did, back in the day.

Of course, he's awfully defensive, so perhaps he's from New England after all.

R140, I am from Millbrook, NY. Have lived in NYC/NYS my whole life; born in Port Jefferson or "Port Jeff" as we called it.

I have never seen any version of Evita. I once saw the TV commercial. That was enough.

R142 I'm so sorry I'm using one of those newfangled speech to text devices I'm sure they'll be showing up in your time zone soon Hope it didn't confuse you

If you think Port Jeff and Millbrook count as the Rust Belt, you are such a complete fucking moron I assume you have a trained service monkey doing your typing.

I see Sharpies come in red.

R143 I have never seen any version of Evita. I once saw the TV commercial. That was enough.

I just don't understand why you closed with a quote from it.

Was a piece of a television commercial that lodged into your head and it means nothing to you?

I tried watching Black Swan once. It was so cartoonishly bad I turned it off after an hour.

R148, because it's a well-known phrase?

Has everyone on this site been eating lead paint chips?

"I didn't like fisting or heroin!"

I don't like lobster.

"Ooh! Get her!"

What the actual fuck?

Meats like goat and venison. Once and never again. Can't even imagine trying buffalo and bear. Korean food which I had twice because it is all so spicy. Why is it all so goddamn hot?

A number of things above I love.

Hasenpfeffer

R148 But you never saw the show? Do you even know what it means in the context of the show?

Dabbing! Cannaboid Hyperemesis anyone? OMG, the most miserable 3 hours of my life!

I tried learning Spanish from Babbel, but I got bored after lesson one.

FFS, R139, make up your fucking mind - or your excuses for feeling haughty in your distaste for travel.

a.) You travelled once for pleasure and decided never again (as the thread title would suggest)

b.) You tried personal travel various times and decided you hate it as you suggested in your post at R110

[quote]Travel - exhausting, uncomfortable, expensive and basically a waste of time. I do travel for work but never for pleasure.

c.) You liked personal travel but gave it up because of a bad fucking back? (Quite a contradiction to your pissy rebuke of personal travel as something you *never* do, "exhausting, uncomfortable, expensive and basically a waste of time.")

Travel isn't for everyone nor in everyone's reach, but contempt for it is rarely a good marker.

R156, I personally dislike it. I have taken two vacations in my life that involved what I would consider travel (airplane and train) and had to abort the second one as my back pain became unbearable. Which was a shame as I was enjoying the scenery (it was the Empire Builder).

Given the cost of travel, the amount of pollution involved and the general hassle in addition to my condition, I have forgone other long-distance travel except when absolutely necessary for work situations.

I find that following architectural and scenic photography online and in galleries fills the lack of travel.

Ketamine.

Don't cry for me, Argentina.

—R110

MARY!

R110 Are you Laszlo Cravensworth? You sound like him.

Swimming with no view of land in any direction. Horrifying. I might be able to relax if this were in a shallow reef area where I could see and visit the bottom. I realise it's no safer, but it's a psychological fear of hidden depths and no land in sight.

There are about some ski slopes in the alps that trigger my vertigo to the point of terror and paralysis. So I will never go on them again. You can't really plan ahead - it's always been a surprise. Usually the situation that sets me off is a convex downward slope and or steep drop offs on one side. Or two sides! I don't mind convex slopes lined with forest but above the tree line they are destabilising unless they are very wide.

My legs are spread wide open baby. Take a look and then you’ll surely want to taste it.

Marijuana and shrooms in high school. Did not like them. I tried pot again in college. It only confirmed my earlier dislike of it.

Triple anal

R135, as a true and blue shinnich, I recommend exploration of blossom watching culture of the Edo and Pre-Edo periods. I've found it helpful for anxiety, my neuropathic disorders, back pain and high blood pressure. A cup of dandelion tea or chilled saki with sliced cucumber, a pretty flowering tree or bit of ivy, moonlight (or moonlit clouds) - it is a relaxing pastime that requires nothing more than a willingness to open the mind to subtle beauty.

I am fortunate to be in communication with a master Japanese=American landscape architect who has a beautiful garden in Pasadena of almond, lemon and avocado trees. I can't hope to replicate it in a Hudson River Valley climate, but my little quince trees are a beloved stand-in.

Raw Oysters,

So f-ing gross. I think I lost my Gold Star doing it.

Eating pussy. Did it once, never again.

Yet oddly enough, I love all kinds of fish and seafood.

wtaf lol

R165 You shouldn't be made to feel guilty just because other people think your self-obsession is boring.

Meth. I immediately realized its potential for totally destroying my sanity.

Riding bitch on a motorcycle while on meth in SF.

R93, yes - that looks like it. 🤮

Magic mushroom chocolate bar. It was the first time taking a hallucinogen. I didn't follow the directions and ate half of the bar. It was not fun at all. I really wanted to have an enlightening, interesting trip. I doubt I will try it again.

r173 I once ate too much of the pot brownie, despite the warnings to wait for it to "kick in."

What a mistake. I was sure I was going to die (for about 3 hours). I kept telling one of the party hosts they needed to call an ambulance for me. I was put in a quiet room and checked on every 20 to 30 minutes until I stopped with my panic attack.

It was horrible.

Heroin.

Lamb.

No.

It's like eating a potato chip.

Fisting

Poppers, hate them cant stand them, don't get what all the fuss is about. Just made my head feel like it was over heating and heart race.

Play fisty for me

R180

Never knowing my right foot from my left My hat from my glove I get fisty and too much in love Too fisty and too much in love

It’s a song r181

It's a poem I wrote. You may set it to music if you wish. I cannot stop you.

I get fisty just holding your hand.

Fisty water-colored memories of the way you were?

Baby, baby, baby

Baby, baby, I can't forget you

My whole world turns fisty blue

That's what I'd like to do; see the heather but with you.

The fist of May is in the gloamin',and all the clouds are holdin' still

An uncircumcised dick. It took far too many months to recover.

Longing to tell you

But afraid an' shy

I'd let my golden chances pass me by!

Soon you'd leave me

Off you would go in the fist

Dog food

Took speed once my freshman year of college to stay up all night studying for a test.

The speed may have kept me awake, but it also tore my stomach up. Took days for my stomach to feel better.

After that, I had no interest in ever doing speed again.

Triggered by all of these fisting comments.

Ice skating, I got tired of falling on my ass. Ouch. I admire those who can do it well.

Foie gras. It was expensive. It was okay. Glad I tried it, but I wouldn't go out of my way to buy it, again.

I do like banh mi (Vietnamese sandwiches) with a schmear of pate, but it's not a necessary ingredient, IMO.

I do like ankimo, which is monkfish liver that is served in sushi bars.

Democracy.

Lord help the mister who comes between me and my fister

Surstromming.

Smoking. I did it for a month my senior year of high school and I just didn't get it. I didn't get how to inhale and it never tugged me to keep trying. it was expensive in 1987 (lol).

I probably was influenced by my pot smoking parents, and i had absolutely no interest in that.

interestingly, i ended up an alcoholic at the ripe age of 38. no interest in d rugs or alcohol until my mid 30s. Never did i drink until my mid 30s.

Pork. Inadvertently.

Buffalo chicken wings.

I think I watched an episode of Wheel of Fortune once. Then, every time happened to watch Jeopardy! I had to make sure to quick change the channel.

Can't believe that Less than Zero Josh Hawley won. That's even worse than Missouri going for Trump!

Tammy Baldwin can still pull it out!