what is this red band which stretches around my bologna slice

[FIGHTCRIMEALLTHETIME]

it doesnt seem to be edible
any ideas

[semi]

its the plastic stuff it comes wrapped in
its not edible dont eat it just peel that **** off and enjoy

[FIGHTCRIMEALLTHETIME]

gee thanks oscar meyer for this keen wrapping too bad i didnt choke

[(*The Noonward Race*)]

thats the puss y magnet

[semi]

if i give you good price will you please put in pussy magnet?

[RouteOne]

thelast thing i want when i'm chowin' is a god damn cat to get on my sandwich

[sweboy]

ron bro you're trippin

[RouteOne]

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[Mister_Che]

its because bologna is like a sausage in that its an amalgam of refuse squeezed into a condom

[Crapdragoon]

fcatt if u eat that shi ur digestive tract is gonna be all effd in the A

[BillyBonebrake]

it was a pig condom

[die of starvation]

it was a pig condom

weird

[here comes the bird flu]

There was never the least attention paid to what was cut up for sausage; there would come all the way back from Europe old sausage that had been rejected, and that was moldy and white—it would be dosed with borax and glycerine, and dumped into the hoppers, and made over again for home consumption. There would be meat that had tumbled out on the floor, in the dirt and sawdust, where the workers had tramped and spit uncounted billions of consumption germs. There would be meat stored in great piles in rooms; and the water from leaky roofs would drip over it, and thousands of rats would race about on it. It was too dark in these storage places to see well, but a man could run his hand over these piles of meat and sweep off handfuls of the dried dung of rats. These rats were nuisances, and the packers would put poisoned bread out for them; they would die, and then rats, bread, and meat would go into the hoppers together. This is no fairy story and no joke; the meat would be shoveled into carts, and the man who did the shoveling would not trouble to lift out a rat even when he saw one—there were things that went into the sausage in comparison with which a poisoned rat was a tidbit. There was no place for the men to wash their hands before they ate their dinner, and so they made a practice of washing them in the water that was to be ladled into the sausage. There were the butt-ends of smoked meat, and the scraps of corned beef, and all the odds and ends of the waste of the plants, that would be dumped into old barrels in the cellar and left there. Under the system of rigid economy which the packers enforced, there were some jobs that it only paid to do once in a long time, and among these was the cleaning out of the waste barrels. Every spring they did it; and in the barrels would be dirt and rust and old nails and stale water—and cartload after cartload of it would be taken up and dumped into the hoppers with fresh meat, and sent out to the public's breakfast
The Jungle by Upton Sinclair

[ridethelib]

gross

[(*The Noonward Race*)]

could it be the breads? some sandwiches cover their bologna on both sides with breads

[ikikdababy]

The Jungle by Upton Sinclair

This is a quality book.

It's important to note, given the context of this discussion, that the book is set in about 1900. Standards have risen in the meat-packing industry since the book was penned.

But yeah, bologna is still ground up pig parts that they couldn't use for anything else... As the saying goes, 'They use everything but the squeal.'