If the poison doesn’t kill you, the implications will

A simple rhetorical question…

[8:44] Joe: if hootie and the blowfish ate fugu, would it be cannibalism?
[8:45] Adamu: if just hootie ate it then no
[8:45] Adamu: but it might be impossible to separate hootie from the blowfish

But then, this spanner got thrown into the equation:

The band’s name comes from two of [lead singer Darius] Rucker’s friends, neither of whom was ever a band member. One, with a round face and glasses, was nicknamed Hootie because of his perceived owl-like appearance. The Blowfish also got his nickname from his facial appearance, in his case chubby cheeks.

So it wouldn’t be cannibalism as long as “Hootie and the Blowfish” refers to the band, and not to the actual Blowfish. Now you know, and knowing is half the battle.

On a side note, a friend of mine just had a very bad experience with fugu prepared by his girlfriend. He didn’t die (fortunately), but it made him quite ill. So, a tip for all you Japanophiles out there: Don’t eat your girlfriend’s fugu unless she knows what she’s doing!

3 thoughts on “If the poison doesn’t kill you, the implications will”

  1. Hm, that is a cruel test of one’s devotion. I’d say that if your girlfriend even has the nerve to ask you to eat her fugu when she doesn’t know what she’s doing, you might want to high-tail it out of there.

    (That sounds somewhat dirty…)

  2. Didn’t you people watch The Simpsons? One of the earliest episodes taught us never to eat fugu not prepared by a master, and I’ve lived by that maxim my entire life.

    By never having eaten fugu…

  3. If my wife tried to fix fugu for me, I’d know she was trying to avoid a divorce! Love fugu, professionally and skillfully done fugu.

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