I may never eat a fast-food outlet ever again
You're not supposed to eat the whole establishment, hon, just the food inside.
[/the butterfly made me do it]
Not to tempt fate, but I've yet to find a reason not to eat fast food. I loves it! A few visits a year, plus more during the summer, isn't gonna hurt. Living with smokers is what makes me wanna barf.
And the poo fingers, of course. Those will never be alright by me.
I absolutely adore Cracked.com articles, especially their photo examples.
"I'm going to prescribe you a pair of nuts, crybaby."
Is anyone else getting a slimband link underneath the story about absorbed fetuses?
Ah, targeted advertising. Convincing fat people they've a twin growing inside them since... well, whenever.
These medical stories baffle me sometimes. The patients are always being rushed to a hospital, complaining of excruciating pain. Pain the doctors can't figure out until x-rays or brain scans are done. Then they find... fifty pounds of scrap metal. Or a cell phone and three watches. Hey there, patient. Ever think to mention that part? I get how you'd want to keep it under wraps if you're wheeled in there with an exploded colon, or at least want to explain the horse sex after you've been stitched up. But when you've spent a decade shoving crayons up your nose and then find it difficult to breathe, maybe it's time to drop the pretenses and just let 'em know your deal before they have to chop you up looking for the problem. Just a suggestion. Listen, I stuck a q-tip in too far and lost my hearing for a week, but at least the doctor knew that from the start and all we needed was a syringe full of water to fix it. Not my brightest moment, but I'm not on a list of history's biggest dumbasses either... yet.
While I'm here with my
~*~SHINY NEW CELL PHONE~*~ and the topic is sort of food-related, here's a conversation I had with my brother on his birthday last week:
him: Can't wait for cake
me: I think I bought 10 pounds of m&ms today at Bulk Barn. May the better stomach win.
him: I once drank a liter of syrup. Your turn.
me: was it maple? That counts as healthy!
him: it was chocolate.
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