HUMAN ANATOMY AWESOMENESS: THE FOOD BABY!
I am a pretty big fan of eating so much that I feel like I need to die or explode. The second will do just fine for both of those functions. My brain isn’t smart enough to tell my stomach to stop… I am pretty sure my stomach would kick the shit out of my brain if they fought. My brain doesn’t get a lot of workouts, my stomach is the iron man of stomachs. I can eat fucking nails!
Ouch. Nope can’t eat nails! My next shit is gonna suck.
I am aided by either the fastest metabolism on earth, a tapeworm, or bulimia. Which is fucking awesome! I can eat whatever I want, yes I am looking at you whip cream in a can, yes you are going straight in my mouth. Or all over my face, chest, hair, balls. I have a couple of cans so I have plenty don’t you worry your pretty little face none.
A few weeks ago I ate a little anita’s chicken and bean burrito, smothered in green chili and cheese with a side of rice / beans / chips. Then, AND YES, by then I do mean right after, polished off a Chick-fil-a spicy chicken sandwich. Which might be the Jesus of spicy chicken sandwiches. In that it saved my life… If I wrote a “bible” about food the hero would be the spicy chicken sandwich…so yea I think that metaphor works pretty damn well.
The food baby is a combination of eating to much and not having a belly. For about 40 minutes after I gorge on bon bons and toblerones I look pregnant, then I give birth two hours later to diarrhea. (I am not going to lie I have been waiting forever to make that joke, your welcome for hearing it)
Trying to find food baby pics on the internet is tough. So this was my favorite.
I am going to eat a wedding cake. Enjoy your night. I will be thinking about you.
AWESOME SONG OF THE DAY#126
MYSTERY JETS – DREAMING OF ANOTHER WORLD
one of my favorite albums this year. They just make great, catchy, fun music.