i couldnt eat a plate of fried rattlesnake
been there....they have an assembly line where each worker has a job, they drain the venom, de-head, skin, hang to drain, chop into fryable size, coat with flour, fry, put on a paper plate, collect your money and serve it to you.
after seeing the writhing, purplish, awful, strings of muscle contorting in death dances..there was no way i could eat them at the end of the line, both my brothers did.
was told the proverbial response to the proverbial question..."tastes like chicken"
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