I’ve eaten eight in the past hour. Gluttonous, to be sure, but no where near remarkable.
So, how many would it take to reach the remarkable stage? I’ve got a whole bowl full, plus a car and a store nearby. Bear in mind that I’ve also got work to do, so I can’t simply eat them without distraction. I don’t want to vomit, but am willing to *feel *sick, if need be.
Damn you, peanut butter cups, why do you have such power over me?
I’m in over my head here guys. I’m at 38 and I feel like I’m gonna hurl, but I’m not stopping. However, I will be taking a spaghetti break in a few minutes, which will make for a real pretty pile of vomit, should the situation come to that.
This is absolute proof that Happy is a guy. Most girls would be beating themselves up over a spoiled diet and lack of willpower after five, not powering through a spaghetti break and hoping not to ralph. This is hilarious!
I’m surprised that the limit is so low. But then, I’m the type who can absentmindedly eat a bag of Kisses or potato chips (Miss Vickies especially) without paying for it. It occurs to me at moments like this that I’m lucky I’m currently under 150 lbs.
ETA: Hazle Weatherfield, I take exception to that. But diets aren’t my thing, so…