Let's talk about Brussels sprouts for a minute.
And not even about the taste. The taste isn't what we're here to discuss. You either love them, or you hate them. I hate them.
Honestly, look at them. Bland little balls of nothing. Yuck.
But that's now what we're here. I'm here to ask you: when was the last time you thought about Brussels sprouts?
Close your eyes and think about what you really know about Brussels sprouts. Not much, right? Like, how the hell do they grow? You probably have no idea.
Do Brussels sprouts grow on bushes?
Or on trees?
Maybe like grapes?
Or on stems?
NOPE! This is how Brussels sprouts grow! Yes, I shit you not!
And if you let it grow long enough, it ends up looking like this! Look at it! It's so ostentatious! Disgusting.
Honestly, it looks like a Carnival dancer.
SEE! Same thing!
Honestly. How scary is that, really?
It looks like an appendage that was cut off an alien.
I fucking KNEW IT!
Only one thing left to do...
This post was translated from German.