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?
Buy me a couple of bags, and I’ll race you. These things are pretty much my most serious vice. I don’t buy them very often because they don’t last, and then I feel like a pig.
But if we’re making a contest out of it, hey, I think I can make the sacrifice.
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.
If you’re taking a spaghetti break then you really aren’t trying. Come see me when you’ve been Christmas shopping all day and haven’t had anything on your stomach except 2 pots of coffee.
This reminds me of the scene in Supersize Me, in which the protagonist challenged himself to eat an entire supersized McDonald’s meal, right down to the last french fry.
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…