Scorpionbreath is the coolest

Here's me eating a scorpion. No really; it's me eating a scorpion. It is perhaps one of the dumber things I've payed fifty cents to do, but we all had a good ol' time. And it made me less sick than the Dairy Queen blizzard I had the next day. Because my diet limits me to one arachnid a day I wasn't able to finish the whole scorpion-kabob, but Aubrey and Wes took care of the other two. We're all still alive, in case you were wondering.