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Not upsetting me per se, but upsetting my stomach:
Dinner included fried eggs, and Mr. Clod pulled out the trusty bottle of Sriracha (aka rooster sauce) from the fridge. I thought it sounded like a good idea so I used some as well. Almost immediately my stomach began cramping, so I looked at the expiration date on the bottle.
August of 2008. Fucking hell, are you kidding me? Obviously we don't use the damn stuff as often as I thought we did.
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