Cilantro NO!

Cilantro, NO!

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Username: patrickula
Member for: 13.67 years
Last Login: Unknown
Sex: M
Age: 48
Location: Hermosa Beach  CA
United States
Stance: I hate cilantro.

What does cilantro taste like to you?
Most Hated Cilantro-Containing Food:
Do people in your family hate cilantro, too? Who?
Sister. Everyone else thinks I'm unreasonable.
If cilantro were a historical malevolent dictator, who would it be? Why?
I'm not sure about this question, but why in the heck can't I upload a picture?
My cilantro story, first experience, recent anecdote, rant, etc...
I hate cilantro. So much in fact that I just got out of jail last month for burning down a cilantro farm in the small Mexican town of Tierra del Fuego. When I say "burned it down", well, that's not entirely truthful because I had just lit the match when I was accosted by federalies, who, go figure, loved cilantro so much they probably even put it on their ice cream. At first, I did what any respectable American would do... I offered them the contents of my pockets with hope that in return they would let me go free. The head federali, Pedro, laughed at me and said, "You stupeeed gringo... we get to keep the money anyways!" This was when I heard an audible gulp coming from my throat, because I realized I was going to spend the rest of my life in a small Mexican jail being someones bitch, or "Perra", as I would quickly discover. As it would turn out, Mexican jail really wasn't nearly as bad as I thought it would be, seeing how much I love to eat Mexican food. The downside: everyone constantly had really bad gas, especially the cook Miguel Conterroshky, a half Jewish, half mexican male who never married, but loved to cook. Fortunately for me, cilantro is thought of in Mexico as a novelty food found unfit for prisoners, a luxury so-to-speak, so rarely did they serve it with the huevos rancheros, well, unless it was some kind of National Mexican Holiday. In fact, my first Cinco de Mayo in prison, I silently cursed Miguel when I saw they had loaded my carne asada with cilantro. When I moved it to the side of my plate, I happened to be sitting across from the prison bully/rapist/movie projectionist, Muchacho Guerrero, who was ogling my cilantro with lusting eyes. As I moved it with my wooden fork, I checked his face for feedback... yep, his eyes were glued to my cilantro. I said, "Hey mister Muchacho Guerrero, would you like to have my cilantro?" He replied, "Si senior Perra, and eeen return you can marry my seeeester, Maria Muchacha Gue
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