Thursday, January 06, 2005

If you check 1, 2, my word of advice to you is just relax

Just got back from lunch, and the sub I ate got me wondering. How the hell does a foot long loaf of bread with random toppings fit in my stomach? (I am allowing this pause for the wack fat jokes that are invariably being thought up...) Seriously though, I have absolutely no background in biology as my lab partner in grade 12 was really hot and I was mighty distracted. This leads me to ask dumb questions, like how you can fit a big piece of food inside of your body? It baffles me. Some things I can understand fitting in there, like a bowl of soup, or an apple, but a foot long sub? That is crazy.

Now I rarely remember dreams but on Tuesday night I had one that was so weird I tried to remember it when I got up. Here it is, in muddled form: I am sitting at Danny Jutras' lake (a place I have never been), shaving Jeff Bourassa's head, while Vageli tells some story about a car that floats. Then Josiah Boyd (remember him?) gets mad at me for using his clippers without asking. And that is the whole dream (that I can recall). I thought it was weird enough to look up it's meaning online. According to the internet it was obvious that I was on drugs. Anyways, the next day I get an e-mail from Mark Finninglay stating that he got free tickets to a bikini contest at Cowboys. I am not one to pass up opportunities such as this, so with a deep crew we roll into cowboys to witness the first of five nights worth of the Miss Hawaiian Tropics Contest. And who would contestant #13 be, but one of the girls I spent most of Halloween watching grind with another girl on the pole at Tequila (creep factor = +11). Not to mention the other 16 girls (except the one who looked like a heroin addict). Damn. Now my favourite part of all this is that I got a digital camera for Christmas, and wait for it.... I forgot to bring it. Now I will be forced to attend the finals or something to get some photo documentation for you sad sacks who couldn't come. Poor me.

That's been my week so far.

Peace.

1 Comments:

At 2:55 PM, Blogger EK said...

I'm no Bill Nye or anything, but I have the following hypothesis on why a seemingly massive submarine sandwich can fit into you belly: Bread is approximately 90% air and veggies are about 90% water. The meat portions are paltry. I bet one could smush a sub down to the size of an average steak.

 

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