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During my poorest times, (back when I was on the dole and selling stuff like playstation and surfboard to pay the rent), I saved up and bought a big tub of 20 chicken breasts.
What wasn't so smart was leaving them in the kitchen and forgetting about them while I was at my brother's house for the weekend.
They were sealed, but still smelling pretty funky when I found them. I was so gutted. I'd be gutted now, but in those days it was massive because I was so skint.
Checked them in the freezer and ate them anyway. Didn't care at that point.
Didn't kill me. |
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