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Hmmm.... someone actually took the time to dedicate their very own web-page to this sad venture. I quite intensely enjoy a good tomato, when the juice runs down my chin. :) You don't know what you're missing.

I leave you with this thought, it must be a fruitless endeavor (excuse the pun) to dedicate a page to that of a tomato or anti-tomato.

I mean (laced in sarcasm), I can certainly see how world hunger, violence in the middle east, acts of anger and terrorism are far less a threat than that dreadful fruit. Find a new hobby.

I really, really hate tomatoes because everytime I see one, I remember my former teacher whose nose is so huge, just like a tomato. And it swells!!! Yuck!!!
I really, really hate my teacher, too. She always gets angry for no reason and she's always spoiling my day!!! I really, really hate that fuckin' bitch!!! I just wish she was dead!!! I just wish I never met her...Now, I hate tomatoes because of her damn, stupid, fuckin' face!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Tomatoes are evil,
Tomatoes are bad.
Tomatoes make me angry,
Tomatoes make me sad.
I hate ketchup,
I hate pizza.
Speaking of tomatoes,
I never eat them.
People think I'm crazy,
Crazy in the head.
People who eat tomatoes,
I wish they were dead.
Hmmm...what should I say?
I wish the tomatoes
Would just go away.
The attack of the
killer tomatoes everyone's gonna die,
You're dead,
Good bye.

You all are the kind of people that don't eat fish because of the smell. The kind of fools that don't eat shell fish because of the texture. and the kind of people whose penis' lay limp at 40 because of prostate cancer. Shame on you.

When I was a child I had VERY hot hot chocolate. Iy was so hot that it burnned the roof of my mouth off. Now, if I ever have tomatoes, I get acid burns in my mouth! I am sick of getting burned!!!!!

One thing is certain: there are a lot of illiterate tomato-haters out there with no particular calling in life except to vent there pap here... what a waste

Hi! I'm a tomato hater from Turkiye. Many tourists here say the best tomatoes they ever ate is in Turkey. My family says I am missing so much. But I can't touch, cut or taste a tomato. In restaurants they don't understand me and I have to say I'm allergic. Sometimes they take the tomato from the plate, but I have to wipe that part of the plate so there is no water and seeds left(disgusting!!!). In McDonald's I say give me a burger- only bread and meat. I also can't eat many other vegetables and fruits. I love all types of meat, fish, chicken, chocolate and coke. The food I hate most is tomato, and I especially can't stand food which is watery and seedy. I feel like throwing up. I do want to change because this is terrible for my health. I want to go to a phsychotherapist as soon as I have enough money for that. Everyone looks at me like I'm a weirdo when I try to explain, and I never go to dinner parties because they always have to have the damn tomato in everything! Any way someone can help? What's the name of this problem? Is this Neurosis? What is it???!!

It all stems back to my childhood and one of my first ever memories of growing up. At dinner time I was as happy as a pig in shit before I was forced to eat salads and tomatoes. I would of been happy to just keep on eating that mushy baby food with all its weird and wonderful flavours, but no, salad is good for us! Anyway, I puked the first time I tried the tomato, but my parents couldn't give a damn, so they kept on feeding me that evil stuff. Here's where initiative comes into play - when they weren't looking I used to stuff that crap anywhere I could - down my pants, in vases, ornaments, in my sister's bowl, out the window etc. It was much of an effort to attempt this every night, but well worth it.
Thanks for listening and say NO! to tomatoes.

The other day a friend was ill and asked me to pick her up some chicken soup, bananas and a tomato or two. It was an emotionally difficult task, given my hatred of this most revolting foodstuff, but she was sick and all so I gave it a go.

After staring at the stack of tomatoes in the store for about three minutes, and seeing as how there was nobody around I could ask to complete the chore for me, it became evident that I would have to grab a few plastic bags and wrap them around my hand in order to pick up the vile things up.

The day after, my therapy session ran a bit longer than usual.

The anti-cancer connection is nonsense. I love tomatoes, especially tomato sandwiches. So I eat lots of them, far more than most people. In 1990 I contracted prostate cancer at age 55. That's young for the disease. So how come tomatoes didn't shield me? This food-as-medicine stuff is all nonsense as far as I'm concerned.

MMMmmmmmmm I hated them my whole life but now that I quit smoking and I eat much healthier I can't get enough of them! From the little cherry and grape tomatoes to the big fat juicy red ones. Mmmmmmmmm :) More for me you freaks.

I got a job in a greenhouse this summer. Know what we do? We package tomatoes. ALL DAY LONG I touch, breathe, sort, package, put stickers on, gather, and separate tomatoes of every size, shape, and color.

Can you even imagine??

I think its gr8 what you guys are doing for the World ;) I fuggin hate tomatoes....and remember a salad without tomatoes is like Coffee without iron filings...

I hate tomatoes. They are nothing but evil. I wish I could just kill them all. My mom says that I hate tomatoes because I want attention. That the only reason I tell people I hate tomatoes is to get them to throw those evil things on me. I hate them, why would I want them on me. I refer to people who eat, touch, fuck, or do anything with tomatoes as objects. My therapists are always asking me to explain why I hate tomatoes. But no matter what they do I can't tell them they won't understand BECAUSE THEY EAT TOMATOES! UGH! Tomatoes are the fucking reason we have so many problems in the world. Why do objects have cancer? Why do objects murder other objects? Why are there so many problems in the world? Hmmm... IT'S THE FUCKING TOMATOES I TELL YOU. Those objects just don't listen. I don't even know why I have to see a therapist or two. I HAVE NO FUCKING PROBLEM! That's all I have to say. Peace out and stay tomato-free! Love all you tomato haters.

Here's a little know fact about the tomato, and why it deserves the bad pulicity it gets on this site...

In the 1500's...

Those with money had plates made of pewter. Food with high acid content caused some of the lead to leach onto the food, causing lead poisoning and death. This happened most often with tomatoes, so for the next 400 years or so, tomatoes were considered poisonous.

I ate a red one. I ate a green one. I ate a yellow one, then I turned blue

/No ketchup?! How do you people gather? I have never met two consecutive or non-consecutive ketchup-haters(or tomato haters), so I suppose this can't be a "social" congregation. Nope; it just isn't possibly. You must be socially inverted to the point of perversion. It seems odd to be cursed with such an obscure hobby. I'm sure your conversations CAN go past "oh, I fuckin hate tomatoes.", to which you might reply, "Oh yeah, man. I really fuckin' hate 'em too". I'm sure you guys do a whole lotta fist-shakin', but I don't know how much satisfaction you people get in public. I'm bet you're all D&D vid-kids and Monty Burns's with snotty-child temperments activated by ANYTHING that may have been associated with a tomato. Maybe some of you were those kids that were justified when you ran to the bathroom at some birthday party when someone made fun of you for not liking ketchup, and you screamed louder than anyone, "Shut up, you idiot! I'm allergic! I could have died!" And then everyone felt sorry for you and you were satisfied. No ketchup?! No Sir, you just ain't right. I would follow this up with a fist-shake, but I don't want to stoop to your level./

blech!!!!!! I avoid them like a vegetarian would with meat.

What's one thing I wouldn't touch even if I were starving to death, the incredible unedible tomato! My taste for those despicable puke stimulaters dies a little each day, and they keep me remembering what nausea is. Unless I'm going way out of my way to be polite, I won't eat anything on my own terms containing them. I make my hot dogs with mustard only and fries with just salt. I can hardly stand the thought of pizza and spaghetti anymore, and you probably wouldn't find it past my teeth in the future. I had chop suey for dinner tonight, and what was left at the bottom of the bowl when I finished? A pile of stewed tomatoes.