Cilantro shrimp pasta. That's right. The day my life was ruined.
Do people in your family hate cilantro, too? Who?
No, my family loves cilantro and I don't get their terrible taste. Everyone does. I don't understand.
If cilantro were a historical malevolent dictator, who would it be? Why?
Cilantro would be Kim Jong-il of North Korea because he tortures everybody, like cilantro tortures our throats.
My cilantro story, first experience, recent anecdote, rant, etc...
I was going to a restaurant with my buds, and it was a fancy one. I wanted to get something very fancy and mature, even though that's pretty much the opposite of what I am right now. So I saw cilantro shrimp pasta and thought, oh, that sounds rich and sophisticated. Doesn't it? Well I certainly thought it did so I ordered it. And when it came, this terrible smell burned by nose and bam, the waiter puts it in front of me. I had to try it or I'd look snobby so I did- my mouth wanted to kill itself. I told everyone I had to go to the bathroom and there I spit out the pasta in the trash and looked like an idiot. But it was still there. When I came back and saw it, I actually just told my friends "I'm not hungry," stuffed bread rolls in my jacket and ate those in the car.
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I'm a dank memester that spends all their time on the internet. And that's how I found this website.