A Judgement Call

Well, last night I was going to have a calzone for supper, one I had bought at the grocery store. It was outdated by about 3 days, but I thought, what the hell, heat it up anyway, it looked fine from the outside. So I did. Then I cut into it, and a foul stench arose. The processed meat inside was two-toned...I made a judgement call and threw it in the garbage. I know some may have eaten it, bragging they have a cast iron stomach, however that is not me. The last time I did something like that, eating something with a little "kick", my stomach revolted in several ways. I was given strict orders from my stomach not to let that happen again...