I was having lunch yesterday afternoon at the Orleans Cafe and overheard the conversation of the four women next to me. They were talking about stuff that they would do for a million dollars. Nothing raunchy, more like things they would or would not eat. Someone brought up snakes. Specifically, one had seen a show on the food network or the travel channel where a cobra had been killed then served to some host. Most admitted that they would eat a cobra from a million bucks. Most, but not all of the women.
One was adamant about not eating the snake. The others were confused. I thought it might be some kind of paranoia. Nope. “A snake is the devil,” she said. “I don’t want the devil inside of me.”
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