Evenin' all. I was eating and thinking both at the same time late one night (prime low-quality theory producing time) when I had an interesting admiration for the human stomach. It occurred to me that it's one of the few, if not only, places on this entire planet where a tuna can experience the pleasure of meeting, say, a potatoe. Oh my! So this thread is dedicated to the human stomach; the universal pinnacle of indiscrinimative meeting places.