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that person is just BEGGING for karma to swing right on around o.o
She's had 'cancer' so long that no one even believes her any longer, so Valhalla forbid she ever get real cancer. Whenever work is annoying her or something else goes wrong in her life, she gets a new 'cancer'.
In other WTF news, Gay Panda was reading about a brand spanking new author who finished the very first draft of her masterpiece. Yay! Then, the woman said, before she got nervous and edited it, she pressed PUBLISH.
Reading your journal is motivating and entertaining to the point where I may be annoying everyone at work with my snarks. I'm also a slow loser. The stars of several distant systems must align for me to lose, but its happened and I know I can do it. It just takes a lot of patience and work and berating Sergeant for buying two dozen tacos.
What is the constitution of navel lint? Carbohydrates? Protein? What exactly did the dog eat?
Let's research, children. Googling what navel lint is made of leads to all sorts of fascinating articles, one of which teaches me that the navel is essentially a sarlacc*. A chemist discovered through self-examination that the navel contains a certain kind of barbed hook hair that traps stray pieces of lint and draws them into the navel. He exhumed over 500 specimens from his own navel and put them to the test.
Chemical analysis of navel lint is as follows:
1. Cotton from clothing
2. Flecks of dead skin
Is it just me, or did this woman offer her dog the perfect primal meal? It has fiber. It has protein. It has fat. It has water content. Perhaps we should all be feeding our animals such navel vitamins.
I would continue in this vein, but I have grossed myself out so badly that I'm going to work and take my mind off it for a while.
* If you just read this with a face, watch the last Star Wars. The REAL last Star Wars, not those other three with Jar-Jar Binks and Emo Teenage Darth circling the constipated face on his feelings charts.
When I was a kid and rode the bus to school there was a little boy who was a few years younger, and thus sat several seats in front of me... He would stick his pinky finger into his ear and pull out clumps of ear wax and eat it.
My older brother used to ask him if it tasted like candy.
“You have your way. I have my way. As for the right way, the correct way, and the only way, it does not exist.”
And that's why I'm here eating HFLC Primal/Paleo.