Monday, February 14, 2011
I'm not eating a frog and I'm certainly not taking a live one home to cook.
Next wasn't too creepy I just wondered what in the hell they used these things for:
I guess maybe soup or something. Then I went around the corner and the creep-out factor magnified exponentially. You're going to have to scroll down for this one.
At that point I was out of there. Back to the bus and to the restaurant at the hotel. The pig's head with blood dripping from his nose was a bit too much for me.