I’ve noted one curious effect of reading numerous books on neuroscience. Whenever I come across a photograph in such a book portraying a removed human brain, I think to myself, “that looks tasty.” A decent sized human brain resembles a meaty steak — well portioned, plenty to chew on. And it makes one wonder, “why don’t we eat more brains, at least of the animal variety?” There’s a lot of calories there we’re missing out on, and it’s no more disgusting than eating a hot dog or a liver.
Brains — it’s what’s for dinner!
I’m gonna wear it on my head, like a hat. When it’s dead.
Mobster Brain, Monster Brain
Meow
Monster Brain
Monster Brain, Monster Brain
Meow
Monster Brain
I’m in Glasgow this weekend, making references that no one will get
I’m in Scotland this weekend, making friends that I will never forget
Baby on the ceiling
Baby on the ceiling
I never said I could grow flowers in the desert
Baby on the ceiling
Meow
you guys don’t eat brains?
I read somewhere that “The Brain is the Ultimate Sex Organ” – I’m not putting my mouth on THAT!