Day 17


Where is the meat plate today?


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This is the final mission of random meat plantation. After having the taste of vinegar stuck in my mouth for most of last night, I decided to do this one without the stinkymate.

He laughed just a little bit too much yesterday, as I was spitting the vile liquid from my mouth. If I had felt a little bit of pig foot, I would have completely lost the contents of my stomach.

I went to the grocery store by myself. It was lonely, but when I saw the potted meat product, I knew I would be ok.


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The potted meat smells exactly like the dog food from the beginning of this experiment. I had to re-read the can to make sure it was meant for human consumption.

This plate was destined for one place.
The stinkymate's mailbox.

I placed a cracker into the blob of processed meat to give it the feel of a fine delicacy, rather than... a blob of processed meat.

I really think it changed the entire mood of the meat.


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I had to desperately stuff the plate in there to make it fit. The plastic plate made loud screeching noises as it rubbed against the inside of the mailbox. I know it's a federal offense to tamper with someone else's mail... I wonder if this counts?

I now feel completely satisfied about all of the meat casualties lost during this experiment. And stinkymate, thanks for being a victim to science, as it is so currently labeled.

As an afterthought, I went back and put up the little red flag for the mailman.