tasty butterfish, anyone?

Ok folks, we need to make comment on this one - I can't let it go untouched. Please read, then come back & we'll discuss. This falls under "Dining Dangers" on the website Radar Online, and is filed under the keywords "anal leakage," ""dining dangers," and "fish scandal" if that piques your interest at all.


http://www.radaronline.com/features/2008/02/escolar_hawaiian_butterfish_anal_leakage_01.php


So, having read that, are you fully ready to go on the butterfish diet? Seems quite like the Alli pill, where you have to carry extra dark pants, lest you have uncontrollable, unexpected and explosive diarrhea. Khakis are a no-no. (For those of you who aren't aware, the FDA has actually put a black box label on the diet pill Alli, actually warning people to wear dark pants and carry a spare pair of black pants to change into, should an accident happen. Now that's a serious diet pill.)


Ok, so what I love about this article is that they make it sound so delectable, this fish, but just an unfortunate side effect that you shoot yellow oily liquid out your rear end when done. Makes me pucker just to think about it. I suppose this fish must be fantastic to outweigh the fact that your insides may melt and fall out of your undercarriage. There are quotes in the article from folks who can't stop raving about how you'll fall in love with this fish. Apparently the negative reinforcement of the yellow ass fountain ferociously expelling itself from your body doesn't come quite quickly enough to make the association between yummy fish = leaky butt and dirty smelly pants. Best part is that people continue to go back to it! Not sure if it's for the sheer delight in the fishy goodness, or the fact that everyone now & again needs a good old colon blow and a reason to miss work.

So, if you are intrigued and in the market to get some butterfish, I would recommend wearing 2 depends diapers, and bringing 6 or 8 spare ones. Might want to also consider installing a clothes-hanging bar in your backseat to carry an extra wardrobe and an industrial size bucket of Oust air freshener.

Blast from the past: any SNL watchers, few years ago, the "Oops I crapped my pants" skit? Hysterical. Go find it online. Reminds me of this fishy tale.