Speaking of being grossed out on purpose, there was an auto repair / body shop across the street from our house - Herb's Collision. There were junk cars around, some of which you can tell were in accidents. We (Dennis and I and various friends) kept our eyes peeled for any new accidents brought in and we would go over during non-business hours to check them over for blood and guts. I don’t recall finding any guts, but there were often blood stains inside the twisted wreckage, sometimes quite a bit if it was a particularly bad accident.
Kids are strange. It’s definitely not something I would be interested in now.
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