When we were kids, we hunted rattlesnakes all the time. Hunted might be a little strong. Someone would say "There's a @$@#!$@ rattlesnake on my porch!!!!" and I'd go drop a cement block on it (or whatever other handy device I had). We whacked a lot of them while we were fishing, too. They liked to sun where we liked to fish.
I always got the task of skinning them because everyone was afraid they'd get poisoned to death. My brother and I would tack them out, dry them and make hatbands and stuff out of them.
The old man always told us they were good eatin', but I was just barely comfortable enough to skin them. I wasn't gonna eat them. I still never have, even though I know it's irrational.
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Originally Posted by T.G:
"That's exactly my point. Exactly. Because you have to wonder: how do the machines know what Tasty Wheat tasted like? Maybe they got it wrong. Maybe what I think Tasty Wheat tasted like actually tasted like oatmeal, or tuna fish. That makes you wonder about a lot of things. You take chicken, for example: maybe they couldn't figure out what to make chicken taste like, which is why chicken tastes like everything."
"Shut up Mouse."
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