What do you eat that you really shouldn't? - Page 2

Trilby · 05-21-2007, 07:40 PM

Quote:

Originally Posted by Shawnee123

cheesy poofs

Beefy Logs

Oh, and SG is my spiritual twin in England. I've done much the very same thing only they hauled my ass in but only b/c I was throwing the F bomb around--...

kerosene · 05-21-2007, 08:25 PM

On rare occasion: spray cheese and ritz crackers.

On not so rare occasion: candy that the lady at work keeps bringing in.

Bullitt · 05-21-2007, 09:22 PM

Half a rack of ribs tonight smothered in Smokey Sweet Memphis bbq sauce with baked beans, a half a pound of pulled pork, and a cornbread muffin. (Highly recommend Sticky Fingers in S.C.)
Tomorrow is going to be a bumpy ride on the porcelain bus.

Shawnee123 · 05-22-2007, 12:44 PM

Oh. My. God. I just read your story SG.

You really had me cracking up. What the hell kind of vodka did you buy: Schmirnoff 10W40? Yikes.

When you visit Ohio, Bri and I will get you a better grade of vodka, though you may have to fight me for it because my drink of choice if it's not beer is vodka or rum and diet coke.

But, we've all done crazy things. I was just talking with my ex-husband last night about a time, years ago, when we invited this guy over to our apartment for some post-bar drinking and smoking. This guy is one of those eccentrics (long scraggly beard, scruffy clothes) but really intelligent ( I think he has audited every class here at the college.) Coincidentally, he is my dad's sister's husband's brother (i.e. my uncle's brother.) We were sailing pretty good, but I really didn't know the guy too well at the time. He's harmless but, as I said, scary to see.

The next day my ex found a note in the spare room. I had scrawled:

If we are ded, the last person to see us alive was Henry's brother.

Yep, D-E-D. Yep, I was all cryptic; I couldn't just say "John."

Makes for a great story!

05-14-2007, 03:13 PM

I have eaten some messed-up stuff... I don't believe in regret.
I eat too many carbs for my condition though.

WabUfvot5 · 05-14-2007, 10:27 PM

Quote:

Originally Posted by rkzenrage

I have eaten some messed-up stuff... I don't believe in regret.
I eat too many carbs for my condition though.

Carbs are my foil too. What do they do to you? Or, rather, why are they problematic?

Yznhymr · 05-14-2007, 07:16 PM

Methinks the question is not just what, but where.
The what: my 22yo girlfriend.
The where: where my wife can find me.

05-15-2007, 03:46 PM

I am diabetic.

Pie · 05-15-2007, 04:40 PM

When I went low(-er) carb, it was interesting to see what was easy/hard to give up. Rice? Easy. Bread? Eh, middlin'. Pasta? Tough, but good workarounds exist. Potatoes? WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHH!

05-15-2007, 05:00 PM

Atkins was a criminal.
Telling to put people into ketosis is a criminal act for a Dr.

jinx · 05-15-2007, 05:12 PM

The end of the low carb craze has put a serious crimp in my drinking though, can't find low carb bacardi drinks anymore

Aliantha · 05-15-2007, 07:44 PM

I shouldn't drink wine after eating a hot curry. It does really bad stuff to my guts.

breakingnews · 05-15-2007, 08:15 PM

second helpings.

Yznhymr · 05-15-2007, 08:30 PM

Several years ago I went to San Fransisco and was taken to The Stinking Rose restaurant. Man o man that was some of the best grub I've put in my mouth. However, no one warned me about the side affects of the "stinking rose" so I did not use any restraint at the table. The next day I had meetings all day and had to deal with the worse gas I have EVER had. And in case you want to know, the restraunt motto is:"We Season Our Garlic With Food!"

Sundae · 05-21-2007, 03:37 PM

I shouldn't drink vodka.
It brings the police to my door at 03.00

Okay, settle down comfortably children, I am going to tell you a story.

I bought some vodka from the local shop. I usually drink beer, but I fancied some vodka & Diet Coke and as I knew I wasn't working the next day I wasn't fussed about not sleeping (from the caffeine I mean).

Now this was cheap vodka, but hell - that's par for the course as far as my tastebuds are concerned! So I was a little surprised when this stuff quite so grim. Not only did it have a foul taste, it seems to have a slightly oily texture in that the taste coated my throat and got into my nasal cavity. Bleugh.

I finished it anyway, after all it was a finite source and I'd paid for it.

But then I find myself on the sofa, nothing on TV, nothing I am in a condition to read, the oily taste in my mouth and regretting mixing it with enough Diet Coke (in a desperate attempt to kill the taste) to keep me awake until Ragnarök.

So I idly text my housemate-to-be saying that I'd had some really grim vodka and now couldn't sleep. I lightheartedly (!) wrote, "If I'm found dead 2moro demand an autopsy - it's poison not suicide!"

And after a bit I decide I'll try to sleep again, switch off my phone and go to bed.

Fast forward to approx 03.00. I've sort of spoiled the surprise for you, but believe me it was in full effect for me when it was happening. First came the ringing of the doorbell. I also hear the upstairs doorbell ring. I lie there heart pounding thinking - thank goodness the OAP upstairs is out, I'd hate for her to be woken up like this. I thought it was drunken students playing knock & run on their way home from the clubs in town.

Then comes the pounding on the windows of my living room (front of the flat). Oh crikey, I think. If I stay in here they can't get me. But what if the flat is on fire? What if there's a gas leak or a bomb in the area? I'll have to go and look. Terrified.

As I left the bedroom I could see the blue flickering light of the police car outside the flat, and somehow this relieved me. I'm not sure why exactly, perhaps just knowing I was in official hands now.

I opened the door a crack - a little bleary:
Policeman: Hello there. We're looking for [full formal name, pronounced incorrectly].
SG: Hello, yes?
PC: Have you been sending text messages?
SG: No!?
At this point I think I'm about to be hauled off to Gitmo
PC: To someone in London?
SG: No! Oh..... Ah....
PC: He was very worried about you. Asked us to check you were okay. Something about your drink being spiked?
SG: Argh, no, misunderstanding, sorry, erm, I'm okay, sorry, OMG, sorry
PC: Yes, well he said you weren't the sort of person to play practical jokes [WTF?] I think you should give him a call and let him know you're okay...

Anyway, off they went, leaving me mortified in my dressing gown. I switched my phone on to find 8 text messages in increasing degrees of panic, and a voicemail message saying he was calling the police right now. Turns out the text didn't hit his phone until 01.30 and it seemed so out of character for me to be texting at that time he decided it must be a cry for help.

Sigh.

We've forgiven eachother for the terrible scare we both got.
No more vodka for SG. At least not for a while

05-21-2007, 09:22 PM	#3
Bullitt This is a fully functional babe lair Join Date: Mar 2004 Location: Akron, OH Posts: 2,324	Half a rack of ribs tonight smothered in Smokey Sweet Memphis bbq sauce with baked beans, a half a pound of pulled pork, and a cornbread muffin. (Highly recommend Sticky Fingers in S.C.) Tomorrow is going to be a bumpy ride on the porcelain bus. __________________ Kiss my white Irish ass.

05-22-2007, 12:44 PM	#4
Shawnee123 Why, you're a regular Alfred E Einstein, ain't ya? Join Date: Jun 2006 Posts: 21,206	Oh. My. God. I just read your story SG. You really had me cracking up. What the hell kind of vodka did you buy: Schmirnoff 10W40? Yikes. When you visit Ohio, Bri and I will get you a better grade of vodka, though you may have to fight me for it because my drink of choice if it's not beer is vodka or rum and diet coke. But, we've all done crazy things. I was just talking with my ex-husband last night about a time, years ago, when we invited this guy over to our apartment for some post-bar drinking and smoking. This guy is one of those eccentrics (long scraggly beard, scruffy clothes) but really intelligent ( I think he has audited every class here at the college.) Coincidentally, he is my dad's sister's husband's brother (i.e. my uncle's brother.) We were sailing pretty good, but I really didn't know the guy too well at the time. He's harmless but, as I said, scary to see. The next day my ex found a note in the spare room. I had scrawled: If we are ded, the last person to see us alive was Henry's brother. Yep, D-E-D. Yep, I was all cryptic; I couldn't just say "John." Makes for a great story! __________________ A word to the wise ain't necessary - it's the stupid ones who need the advice. --Bill Cosby

05-14-2007, 07:16 PM	#7
Yznhymr the crowd goes wild! Join Date: May 2007 Location: USA Posts: 663	Methinks the question is not just what, but where. The what: my 22yo girlfriend. The where: where my wife can find me. __________________ "The pride system tends to intensify the self-hate against which it is supposed to be a defense, since any failure to live up to one's tyrannical shoulds or of the world to honor one's claims leads to feelings of worthlessness." Bernard J. Paris, Ph.D.

05-15-2007, 04:40 PM	#9
Pie Gone and done Join Date: Sep 2001 Posts: 4,808	When I went low(-er) carb, it was interesting to see what was easy/hard to give up. Rice? Easy. Bread? Eh, middlin'. Pasta? Tough, but good workarounds exist. Potatoes? WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHH! __________________ per·son \ˈpər-sən\ (noun) - an ephemeral collection of small, irrational decisions The fun thing about evolution (and science in general) is that it happens whether you believe in it or not.

05-15-2007, 05:12 PM	#11
jinx Come on, cat. Join Date: Nov 2003 Location: general vicinity of Philadelphia area Posts: 7,013	The end of the low carb craze has put a serious crimp in my drinking though, can't find low carb bacardi drinks anymore __________________ Crying won't help you, praying won't do you no good.

05-21-2007, 08:25 PM	#2
kerosene Touring the facilities Join Date: Nov 2002 Location: The plains of Colorado Posts: 3,476	On rare occasion: spray cheese and ritz crackers. On not so rare occasion: candy that the lady at work keeps bringing in.

05-14-2007, 03:13 PM	#5
rkzenrage Guest Posts: n/a	I have eaten some messed-up stuff... I don't believe in regret. I eat too many carbs for my condition though.

05-15-2007, 03:46 PM	#8
rkzenrage Guest Posts: n/a	I am diabetic.

05-15-2007, 05:00 PM	#10
rkzenrage Guest Posts: n/a	Atkins was a criminal. Telling to put people into ketosis is a criminal act for a Dr.

05-15-2007, 07:44 PM	#12
Aliantha trying hard to be a better person Join Date: Jan 2006 Location: Brisbane, Australia Posts: 16,493	I shouldn't drink wine after eating a hot curry. It does really bad stuff to my guts. __________________ Kind words are the music of the world. F. W. Faber

05-15-2007, 08:15 PM	#13
breakingnews Q_Q Join Date: Oct 2003 Location: somewhere in between Posts: 995	second helpings. __________________ Gone crazy, be back never.

05-15-2007, 08:30 PM	#14
Yznhymr the crowd goes wild! Join Date: May 2007 Location: USA Posts: 663	Several years ago I went to San Fransisco and was taken to The Stinking Rose restaurant. Man o man that was some of the best grub I've put in my mouth. However, no one warned me about the side affects of the "stinking rose" so I did not use any restraint at the table. The next day I had meetings all day and had to deal with the worse gas I have EVER had. And in case you want to know, the restraunt motto is:"We Season Our Garlic With Food!" __________________ "The pride system tends to intensify the self-hate against which it is supposed to be a defense, since any failure to live up to one's tyrannical shoulds or of the world to honor one's claims leads to feelings of worthlessness." Bernard J. Paris, Ph.D.

05-21-2007, 03:37 PM	#15
Sundae polaroid of perfection Join Date: Sep 2005 Location: West Yorkshire Posts: 24,185	I shouldn't drink vodka. It brings the police to my door at 03.00 Okay, settle down comfortably children, I am going to tell you a story. I bought some vodka from the local shop. I usually drink beer, but I fancied some vodka & Diet Coke and as I knew I wasn't working the next day I wasn't fussed about not sleeping (from the caffeine I mean). Now this was cheap vodka, but hell - that's par for the course as far as my tastebuds are concerned! So I was a little surprised when this stuff quite so grim. Not only did it have a foul taste, it seems to have a slightly oily texture in that the taste coated my throat and got into my nasal cavity. Bleugh. I finished it anyway, after all it was a finite source and I'd paid for it. But then I find myself on the sofa, nothing on TV, nothing I am in a condition to read, the oily taste in my mouth and regretting mixing it with enough Diet Coke (in a desperate attempt to kill the taste) to keep me awake until Ragnarök. So I idly text my housemate-to-be saying that I'd had some really grim vodka and now couldn't sleep. I lightheartedly (!) wrote, "If I'm found dead 2moro demand an autopsy - it's poison not suicide!" And after a bit I decide I'll try to sleep again, switch off my phone and go to bed. Fast forward to approx 03.00. I've sort of spoiled the surprise for you, but believe me it was in full effect for me when it was happening. First came the ringing of the doorbell. I also hear the upstairs doorbell ring. I lie there heart pounding thinking - thank goodness the OAP upstairs is out, I'd hate for her to be woken up like this. I thought it was drunken students playing knock & run on their way home from the clubs in town. Then comes the pounding on the windows of my living room (front of the flat). Oh crikey, I think. If I stay in here they can't get me. But what if the flat is on fire? What if there's a gas leak or a bomb in the area? I'll have to go and look. Terrified. As I left the bedroom I could see the blue flickering light of the police car outside the flat, and somehow this relieved me. I'm not sure why exactly, perhaps just knowing I was in official hands now. I opened the door a crack - a little bleary: Policeman: Hello there. We're looking for [full formal name, pronounced incorrectly]. SG: Hello, yes? PC: Have you been sending text messages? SG: No!? At this point I think I'm about to be hauled off to Gitmo PC: To someone in London? SG: No! Oh..... Ah.... PC: He was very worried about you. Asked us to check you were okay. Something about your drink being spiked? SG: Argh, no, misunderstanding, sorry, erm, I'm okay, sorry, OMG, sorry PC: Yes, well he said you weren't the sort of person to play practical jokes [WTF?] I think you should give him a call and let him know you're okay... Anyway, off they went, leaving me mortified in my dressing gown. I switched my phone on to find 8 text messages in increasing degrees of panic, and a voicemail message saying he was calling the police right now. Turns out the text didn't hit his phone until 01.30 and it seemed so out of character for me to be texting at that time he decided it must be a cry for help. Sigh. We've forgiven eachother for the terrible scare we both got. No more vodka for SG. At least not for a while __________________ Life's hard you know, so strike a pose on a Cadillac

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