Reply #8: Believe me, if it goes bad you really cannot tell. When I was in

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college about a million years ago, I used to have, among other cheap eats, fried spam sandwiches.
One day, just before leaving school to go home for a short break, I had a quick sandwich. Got into a borrowed jalopy for the ride, started to feel sick during the drive. Just made it to the house, violent stomach pains, threw up in the bathroom(thank heaven I made it that far) and passed out. My Dad told me I was out for 15 minutes or so. Don't remember that part but I do know I was sick for the next several days. I can't even look at a can of that stuff without getting queasy. It's been about a million years now and I will never forget that feeling.

I would never even pick up a can to read what they put into it. To me it was my one and only case of food poisoning. Perhaps there was a puncture in the can; who knows what grew within all that
molded pork product stuff.

I don't think I have ever bought any meat product that comes in a can since then, and we're talking 47 years.