I don’t know about the places you eat out, but at the place I sometimes go to for the Saturday “All you can eat Prime Rib”, the whales ain’t snarfing down krill from the salad bar! They’re eating my own weight in prime rib. Then going back for more. Plate after plate of prime rib. And requiring 2 chairs each (yes, literally true) to sit on. One for each butt-cheek. I try to stay far enough away to avoid being sucked in…
Looks like I hit a nerve there.
Isn’t it odd how so many things that go in vaginas are used as insults? Dicks, douches, and now tampons.
Poor abused vaginas.
Dude, you totally forgot to call her fat and tell her she’ll never get a man. I mean, it worked out so well for you the last time, when you got your ass kicked up and down the Pit by Diosa and Sleeps.
The collateral damage in this thread has been amazing. I barely even remember when it was about Stoid.
It’s like when your parents take you to family therapy because of your bed wetting but then end up arguing about that transvestite hooker the whole time.
Who the hell is Stoid?
You promised you weren’t going to talk about that. 
Stop reading my diary.
Stop wetting the bed and we won’t have to! You’re making us do this!!
Where I live, pie means something else. Of course, around here the same thing is also referred to as “opossum”. :rolleyes: (what can I say? …the area is loaded with loaded-gun-toting loaded rednecks)
Well, isn’t that how they turn into gremlins?
Just please, do not flush the Guinastasia. Guns, that goes double for you. The message board has old plumbing and can’t handle it.
Funny–the thing about background noise is that people don’t even register it. Not, you know, actively respond to it. I don’t yell at the background noise and say, “Fuck you, distant sound that I’m totally not paying attention to! I’m totally not paying attention to you!”
God bless the internet.
Well, *there’s *your problem.
Wait, are you saying that people call opossums pies? Or that people call *vaginas *pies *and *opossums?
ETA@purplehorseshoe:
Shut up, you’re not my real mom! And I bet you don’t even know what kind of pipes this board has. You’re making it up.
Roadkill Cafe – “You kill it, we grill it!”
I don’t know if Lynn is going to return to this thread, but I really would like to know how she survives eating so little.
She ships the occassional large care package of surprise midnight pie down her gullet. Duh.
Hide your Lynn! Hide your Guin! They’re pittin’ everybody up in heah!
The human body is a weird thing. My mother has a friend who has hypothyroidism following radio-iodine treatment for Graves’ disease. Her current doctor has her on all sorts of medications to try to sort things out, but she continues to have problems. Her previous doctor had been more focused on controlling the weight gain than anything else and kept cutting her calories down lower and lower. At one point the doctor suggested trying 750 calories a day. :eek:
We were all quite convinced the doctor was insane, but my mom’s friend was already down to 1200 calories a day and still retaining the weight.