Day 19


Dammit.


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If you are wondering where the beef went - so am I.

The stakes were just going up, too. I was offered $1000 to take a bite. I guess we won't be able to find how much cash it takes to make me do something really, really awful.

If you look closely, you can see a small brownish splatter on the left hand side of the ground, where the plate was.

That's all that's left of the meat after the neighbor's cleanup.

I repeat: Dammit.


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The stinkymate and I stood there, stunned that the neighbor didn't find the meat earlier.

At this point, I honestly wasn't expecting him to find it at all.

As we were wondering what to do next, we suddenly heard voices coming from the neighbor's house. Excited voices.

Voices that sounded to me like, "I see someone out there lookin' for that plate, go get 'em!!"


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I opted not to test out the excuses. We wasted no time.

The stinkymate and I ran like hell.

I continued to document the event with pictures.

I returned a little bit later, and did almost the unthinkable: I rummaged through my neighbor's trash, hoping to at least salvage the plate. Nothing. 18 days worth of festering beef gone without a trace.

I almost feel like a victim.

A little off the topic, but to clear something up: Yes ladies. The stinkymate is available. Sheesh.

So, that's it for now. I appreciate all the support I've received for this - so much that we're discussing doing it all over again, using different products, and a different neighbor.

Some call it immature.
I call it educational.

Details will be available soon - check back shortly.

-Mahlon