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-shrug- I guess.

For the record, I cut by thickness, generally, so the number of slices is contingent on the original length of the banana. I want the banana in manageable slices so it can intermingle with the syrup and ice-cream. It helps me forget I might be ingesting something healthy.

I don't know why you're hating on healthy food. Some of my best friends are healthy food.

Sorry. I'm obligated as a spoiled American. I have no real beef with health food.

Mmm... beef...

Replace the word banana with cock to obtain a truly disturbing revelation.

Two years ago, I went to a Jack in the Box US and ordered large fries. The portion was the size of my head*.


*Noah has an average sized head - to estimate the size of Noah's head, simply go to the US and buy french fries. No purchase necessary, while supplies last. Results may vary. Promotion not available in Texas and for some odd reason, Illinois.

EDIT: True Story.

EDIT EDIT: The french fries did not taste like head, which was, to say the least, very disappointing.

This post has been edited by noahbody: May 31 2011, 08:57

It would depend on which kind of head you were referring to. I for my part would have been pleased had my fries tasted like fries and not like head.

Who the hell decided lettuce is an edible plant? Just because consuming it won't likely kill me, that doesn't mean I can eat it without feeling like I'm going to gag. Thankfully, we Americans have a solution for that, too.

Ranch

Edit:
Or Thousand Island.

This post has been edited by FourThirteen: May 31 2011, 09:09

I don't mind lettuce. I do despise celery though.

It would depend on which kind of head you were referring to. I for my part would have been pleased had my fries tasted like fries and not like head.

It would of course depend on what type of person you are.

Also, I once found a piece of small curly hair in my soup. It was delicious (is what I'd say if I had actually eaten it, instead of pouring it into my water cup - Canadians are not the best complainers around, but we rock at sweeping shit under the rug )

I once bit down on an old chocolate bar and saw something that scarred me as a child.

My sisters and I never touched a Babe Ruth again. Ever.

I once bit down on an old penis and saw something that scarred me as a child.

My sisters and I never touched a penis again. Ever.

I insist on an explanation. What was inside the bar? Another bar? A monkey? Three French hens, two turtle doves, and a partridge in a pear tree?

You have me at the edge of my seat, sir.

You sly devil, you. Beat me at my own game!

As it is, I must leave for home, as my work hours are over. Await with bated breath for an extra hour, good sir.

You sly devil, you. Beat me off at my own game!

As it is, I must leave for home, as my work hours are over. Await with masturbated breath for an extra hour, good sir.

I might pass out from lack of oxygen. :<

Also, another true story ( I'm aware that I am telling too many tonight, but well, whatever): I once had a Master's Student T.A.ing a course with a last name Bates. We used to call him Master Bates. Then we would catch the ferry over to Shelbyville. I really started going because I needed a new heel for my shoe, so, I decided to go to Morganville, which is what they called Shelbyville in those days. So I tied an onion to my belt, which was the style at the time. Now, to take the ferry cost a nickel, and in those days, nickels had pictures of bumblebees on 'em. "Give me five bees for a quarter," you'd say.

Now where were we? Oh yeah: the important thing was I had an onion on my belt, which was the style at the time. They didn't have white onions because of the war. The only thing you could get was those big yellow ones...

I might pass out from lack of oxygen. :<

Also, another true story ( I'm aware that I am telling too many tonight, but well, whatever): I once had a Master's Student T.A.ing a course with a last name Bates. We used to call him Master Bates. Then we would catch the ferry over to Shelbyville. I really started going because I needed a new heel for my shoe, so, I decided to go to Morganville, which is what they called Shelbyville in those days. So I tied an onion to my belt, which was the style at the time. Now, to take the ferry cost a nickel, and in those days, nickels had pictures of bumblebees on 'em. "Give me five bees for a quarter," you'd say.

Now where were we? Oh yeah: the important thing was I had an onion on my belt, which was the style at the time. They didn't have white onions because of the war. The only thing you could get was those big yellow ones...

I...what.

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"Sure... I did the iggy..."

Xilleon is pretty awful and being a good poster.

Tuesday is a pretty boring day.

And garbage day is a very dangerous day.

Best Rocko's Modern Life Dialogue ever.

"SPUNKY!!!... SPUNKY!!!"