I pulled the link from my profile until I have a chance to log in and friend-only the entry that has the photo. (Honestly, I’m surprised I didn’t already have it set that way.) I’ll try to remember to do it when I get home.
Oh god, your brain is trying to make you a fatty! Quick, go purge!
I was goofing off on the internet, but I was bored and kept smelling food, so I opened back up the container and started eating it slowly. It wasn’t mindless because I was well aware of the fact that I was uncomfortably full after eating 3/4 of it, then forced myself to eat the last 1/4 just because it was there, so I may as well have finished it. That was easily the worst idea I’ve had in weeks. I unbuttoned the top button on my pants for relief, and it didn’t help. Don’t worry, I’m not flashing anyone; I have a long shirt. This is just… fuck! This enchilada was presumably made for one person to eat as a meal? What person?!
I actually feel like I’m going to throw up, so I made inadvertently follow this advice.
Dont worry, I know about this stuff.
You see, what happened is, you got different genetics to other people, so you weren’t allowed to stop eating. And its a good job too, because if you had, society and the media and the government would have given you a lot of hassle about food wasting, and then your family would have been sad, because you wouldn’t have had time later to eat with them.
Long story short, don’t beat yourself up, because it wasn’t your fault. Ok?
The sad irony of the morbidly obese is that there is a benefit to lugging all of that blubber around. Their body weight is so high that they get a resistance workout just moving across the room. All that lifting adds up, and underneath those giant skin folds is actually a lot of very lean and well toned muscle mass. If only people could see that side of them, they’d be the ones on the beach everybody was drooling over.
The inside?
Yes. Fat people aren’t disgusting; they’re just too opaque.
I’m sure the same argument could be made for my personality.
Hmmm, you should probably hie yourself to the Mexican food disambiguation thread going on somewhere (no link–lazy). There is no way an enchilada could be so big that you can’t eat it all. Hell, I could probably eat most enchiladas in one bite (it WOULD be one hell of a bite, though). You probably had yourself a burrito or chimichanga.
There is no size limitation on enchiladas. I’m well aware of what burritos and chimichangas are, and I can assure you, I ate an exceptionally large enchilada. Eight hours later, I am still too full to eat. Perhaps this wouldn’t be the case if I didn’t have six bourbons for dinner, but no matter, I am done eating today.
It’s not like Mexican food is different enough to argue over anyway. Oh, your dish had a folded tortilla, sorry!
OK, suit yourself, no skin off *my *sphinc.
However . . . are you sure you drank “bourbon,” exactly, and not some other type of whiskey?
For anyone that gives a shit, this thread has made me think a bit differently about the problem of obesity. So for the handful of people who wasted time arguing with me… you didn’t waste your time. I still think there are major societal factors contributing to this phenomenon, but I do see room here for more responsibility on the individual. That’s all… back to your regularly scheduled flamewar.
Just like a burrito, an enchilada can be as big as whatever tortilla you’ve got to make one with.
My cite is my having lived the first 24 years of my life in Texas.
(I mean, a really big enchilada would be strange in a way that a really big burrito would not be, but it would still be an enchilada.)
I’m a professional Drunkard from Los Angeles, California. I know my enchiladas, and I know my bourbon. Elijah Craig is my lover. It was indeed bourbon.
At some point, doesn’t a burrito just become a burro?
That’s retarded. The variations between these similar tortilla-based Mexican dishes are mainly on ingredients and how they’re assembled; size has nothing to do with it. Sure, traditionally an enchilada would be smaller, but that doesn’t mean that if you scale it up it ceases to be an enchilada; it’s just an enchilada made in America.
My cite is being the only non-Hispanic kid in my gradeschool class, and one of no more than a dozen in the whole school of about 250 kids. Bitch.
I tell you what–no matter how hard you swat that fucker, it ain’t movin’ nowhere. So it might as well be.
… Probably won’t drink a beer, though.
How about a 10½’ enchilada?
Oh, 10 1/2 FOOT enchilada. I kept reading that as inches, thinking what’s so special about a 10 1/2 inch enchilada? Stupid little foot and inch signs.
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