I bought a Pepperidge Farm 3-layer chocolate cake and I’m going to eat it all by myself.
I do not merely dance. I bewitch. I seduce. I enchant and I bewilder. Throw money.
(Gee, Wally must have seen me dance!)
Being really, really, really bad would mean taking the cake and (This Post Has Been Edited In The Name Of All That Is Good And Holy).
Now that would be something . . .
Dr. Watson
“I did not.”
Self-indulgent, zyada, but not exactly bad. Enjoy yourself!
(Now what DrWatson almost suggested, that would be bad.)
Catrandom
Go to a vet that’s also a taxidermist. Either way, you’ll get your cat back. Sig courtesy of the amazing WallyM7
I’m munching down 200 grams of Leerdammer cheese which was meant for tomorrow’s breakfast. Plus, I’m on my fourth beer of the evening, whereas I had planned to drink only two. See, I’m trying to lose some weight.
Fat chance. Yes, I know that’s an interesting choice of words. Shut up.
Damn. Out of cheese.
{looking for the switch}
Uke
Faced with a 4-day weekend and the prospect of visiting our families for the holidy, my hubby and I split town on Thursday and drove to Memphis, TN to visit Graceland.
“Someone’s boring me. I think it’s me.”
Knocked back two bottles out of 6 of a magnificent home made dark beer I got from my neighbor – who likes to brew his own. Great flavor, just the right amount of yeast in the background, moderate nutty taste and a hint of bitterness – plus a whopping percentage of alcohol! I plan on guzzling down the rest shortly along with a large pizza full of mushrooms, pepperoni, sausage, hamburger, black olives, onions, extra garlic, green peppers, and cheese – along with a bit of ham and extra sauce!
I have this BIG bottle of Rolaids right beside me for later on.
CAREFUL! We don’t want to learn from this!(Calvin and Hobbs)
Last week I ate about a pound of chocolate Easter candy I had bought for my daughter’s Easter basket. Not only did I have to go out and buy more, but I suffered a three day migraine headache and still don’t feel like my old self.
Really, * really * bad? Well, I * should be remaking the beds * since it has gotten chilly again here in Atlanta, and the beds ** need to be remade complete with blankets ** BUT, I’m not making beds, I’m playing at the SDMB sandbox intead!
::::::hanging head in shame:::::::::::::::
- not that it means, I’ll go make the beds either! *
‘Mr. Shields had challenged Mr. Lincoln to a duel, and that, as the challenged party, it was Mr. Lincoln’s right to choose the weapons.
Mr. Lincoln responded, “How about cow-dung at five paces?”’
Ooh, ooh, yes, please yes! 
I do not merely dance. I bewitch. I seduce. I enchant and I bewilder. Throw money.
(Gee, Wally must have seen me dance!)
Without a boyfriend, this is as bad as I get.
Now with a boyfriend, I could work on lowering my purity score…
I do not merely dance. I bewitch. I seduce. I enchant and I bewilder. Throw money.
(Gee, Wally must have seen me dance!)
Actually, I think one’s purity score goes down faster if one does things with someone who is not an SO…
“Hush, village idiot!”
I drove to three different supermarkets trying to find an open one so I could get a pint of Ben & Jerry’s Coffee Hazelnut Swirl. It has expresso covered hazelnuts with a rum coffee swirl action. Oy. I plan on eating the whole pint myself. (incidently all three supermarkets were closed. I find it hard to believe there are THAT many religious bag boys out there. I got my ice cream at a scoop shop. Benefits of living in Vermont.)
A little persistance goes a long way. Announcing:
“I go on guilt trips a couple of time a year. Mom books them for me.” A custom made Wally .sig!
I’ve been eating Nutella right out of the jar with a spoon. It’s very rich, so it takes a while, but I intend to stick with it until the entire jar is gone. I think it’s good to have goals.
Gamera is really neat, he is full of turtle meat, we’ve been eating Gam-er-aaaa…
Ben & Jerry’s Holi Cannoli ice cream…the entire pint. This is after every break-up, fight, bad grade, or lousy date. Add my Etta James CD and I am in blues heaven!
“There are two ways of spreading light: to be the candle or the mirror that reflects it.” Edith Wharton
Has anyone besides me noticed that most of these “I’ve done a bad thing” threads are usually full of guilty admissions of having eaten some high-calorie, sugar-and-fat-laden food?
On that note, I ate a half a box of fresh, soft Peeps while watching “Ben-Hur” this weekend. I put the other half in the refrigerator and ate them when they got cold and somewhat stale - equally delicious.
I could have bought Bunnies too, but I don’t eat them. Careful observation should explain the logic behind this.
We made Eggs Benedict Easter Morning with homemade Hollandaise. That works out to 1/2 stick butter, 1.5 egg yolks, 2 whole eggs, and 2 slices Canadian bacon for each of us. We also had cinnamon rolls on the side. Not to mention, of course, the hard boiled eggs and chocolate we had as a pre-breakfast snack.
We’re bad.
I once shot a man just to watch him die…
I eat more in a relationship. Lonely seems to make me not hungry. About 90% of the people I meet have noticeable appetites which are affected by their relationships.
I sold my soul to Satan when I was 16 so my aunt who made me go to church 4 times a week (5 times once a month) would die a slow, painful death. She got brain cancer and died slowly over the next year. I was so happy. 
I also left her signs that I did it.
hehehe… Now that was bad, if you believe in the Christian mythos. (I don’t…nor did I ever.)
HUGS!
Sqrl