Those are so creative. I think you should do a post.
Three stomachs, eh? Not quite there yet. If only, then I could eat cacti. Though you can fry up many of them. HH has taught me that. And you reminded me of a classic day at University. I think I shall do a post about it. But our professor got very excited about a cow stomach, and ended up ruining his tie.

Ah, Tequila. How many times in my life have I danced to that priceless tune? Usually at weddings and such, and occasionally with the influence of some fermented agave. Though truth be told, most dancing was lubricated in the physical/mental realm more by fermented hops. That tequila stuff has some oompff to it. (I often needed at least 12 ounces of liquid courage to push me out to the floor, to perform my best Elaine moves, and not have a care what the general crowd thought. )
Don't tell anyone please.