One time, through a series of improbable events, I ended up staying at the home of the Deputy Ambassador to Morocco. This was awesome because the night before I was sleeping in a place without electricity or running water and then 24 hours later I'm in a villa with a whole wing to myself. But anyway they had this amazing party and I ate caviar and bangin' cake, but they had these deviled eggs that to this day are the only food I ever spit out. I have no idea what was in them, but it tasted like a mixture of bleach and poop. I actually hid one in my pocket until I could flush it.
