My uncle from Zabbaleen Egypt came to visit me in Canada, he brought with him some fesikh which he prepared himself (in the most unsanitary conditions). He insisted I try some, I refused saying that eating a Zabbaleen fesikh would be the equivalent to eating out a hooker. He said it would be a great insult to him if I didn't taste it after all the trouble it took him to get it past airport security, so I agreed just to have a few bites. As I was eating it, I was reminded that I will never get to experience a female's stinky roast beef flaps, and that this rotting fish is the closest I will get to tasting a pussy.
Now, I'm pretty good at handling fermented fish, but 20 minutes after eating his fesikh I had to run to the bathroom. A few hours later I collapsed, now my face and finger tips feel numb. I am also starting to hallucinate, I'm seeing images of Blackops2cel telling me to rope, idk wtf he put in that fesikh.
I may have gotten botulism poisoning from the fish, should I bother seeking medical care? Do I care enough to try to live through it? If I go to the hospital will the female nurses try to kill me because I'm a sand nigger? idk what to do.
Now, I'm pretty good at handling fermented fish, but 20 minutes after eating his fesikh I had to run to the bathroom. A few hours later I collapsed, now my face and finger tips feel numb. I am also starting to hallucinate, I'm seeing images of Blackops2cel telling me to rope, idk wtf he put in that fesikh.
I may have gotten botulism poisoning from the fish, should I bother seeking medical care? Do I care enough to try to live through it? If I go to the hospital will the female nurses try to kill me because I'm a sand nigger? idk what to do.
