i have embarked on a new experiment called, how-many-bad-reactions-does-it-take-to-stop-eating- cafeteria-chicken-fingers. as i explained to my croptop wearing husband, there are very few selections from which to choose. by the time i get done with class, i'm starved and i want something hot to eat. if you were me and the only options were stale bagels, tuna rolls with a green tinge, and these . . .
wouldn't you succumb, too? the only problem is that the last 3x i devoured them, i got severe diah/gas. so much so that i could not leave campus in fear of not having quick access to a toilet. well, today i continued this experiment. i just finished eating my "fingers" and am typing this entry with greasy fingers and a happy stomach. no sign of trouble yet.
p.s. mr. ghandi mahatma himself partook in the remaining guacamole and chips last night. even used his fingers when the chips ran out. so much for footbinding metaphors.
5 comments:
at first, I thought the chicken fingers in the pic were peanut butter cookies.
I'm thinking footbinding isn't that bad. or it's about as bad as women in ny living the "sex in the city" lifestyle and parading around in five-inch jimmy choo hooker heels. no offense to all of you. Different eras, different aesthetics.
Interesting how the actual shape/profile of her foot looked like a pair of modern women's heels. don't you think?
The footbound lady has a nice smile. I want to give her the best foot massage of her life. I'd focus on her arches.
oh, and the how-many-bad-reactions experiment? pointless experiment. The answer is infinity.
SHUTUP! SHUTUP!
wearing bunyun-causing heels by CHOICE is no comparison to feet that look like an open mouth with big teeth. please stop before you alienate the entire world.
Hyuncher, I think we are in agreement but we're seeing it from different ankles.
Croptop will back me up on this. Let's continue this discussion offline over smoothies.
why are they called chicken FINGERS anyway?
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