Want to hear a story? Get this: I got home from work at about 3:30 in the afternoon and I hadn't eaten lunch yet, so I had quite the appetite. I decided to prepare a rather generous helping of pasta with all kinds of fix'ns. I cut up some mushrooms, diced up some onions, put spices all up in there, slow cooked it so it'd stay nice and warm, and even grated some cheese over it (which I never take the time to do). I sat down, with a little BMX freestyle competition on the tele in the background, and indulged in a massive portion of spaghetti. Goddamn, it was good. I went and got a second plate and that one was just as breathtaking, until I got my day ruined. My spirits were so high, then, in an instant they were smitten; plunged into the ground like a novice paraglider. I pulled out of my mouth TWO fingernail clippings.  They were just like fingernails are when you get out of the pool, all pliable and hard rubber-like, because I had slow cooked them in my pasta sauce.  I set them down and was in complete denial.  I had a few more bites, refusing to acknowledge my findings.  Then I just couldn't take it anymore.  This was the first time in my life I totally freaked out about a germ related incident.  I was flipping shit.  I was pacing around and moaning.  I gargled and almost vomited.  Then, I just went outside and chain-smoked because I didn't know how else to handle the situation.  

Ravi struck at 11:14

Okay, so I realize that you've probably already seen this one, but it bears repeating because of the camera man's insightful commentary. I think it really sheds a new light on the monstrosity of the mouth he is observing. I didn't really get it until I heard what he had to say.

Ravi struck at 14:20