Are You What You Eat?

There is the saying "You are what you eat," but what validity does this have?  Usually this statement is for little kids eating unhealthy, to promote being healthy for the rest of their lives.  Well, what if you really are what you eat.  Such as if you eat fried chicken, your skin is a carmel color with bubbles underneath the skin, or watermelon you're fat and round with stretch marks. 

To proceed with the thought process, you can compare with how the food is prepared.  So should the food is quick, cheap, and unhealthy so are you.  If the food is slow cooked, deliciouos, and expensive that sounds like an escort doesn't it?  It could change up too, should the food be expensive for small horrible pieces of food, I would suggest you don't finish eating cause that would say many many things about you.  

Then if you bring eating into a sexual context.....only the disturbing can come about.  If you eat anything sexually there are only bad results, I'll spare the double entandras, but it must be noted as eating.

So whether you're fat with stretch marks, or cheap, fast, and nasty if "you are what you eat" then there's no winning.  

Posting With One Hand

Yesterday I went in for surgery on my shoulder - pictures still to come - and now I must type with a single hand.  This makes everything slower.  So the overall effect of this is excruciating pain in my shoulder without any of the pain killers, then the pain killers make me loopy, so at the moment I'm typing with many errors and I am backspacing quite a bit.  Hopfully most of the pain will subside before Monday or I'll be a pretty pissed off one-handed driver, that'll be going at the speed of the turtles and old folks.  There are a couple of other issues with this, but I don't care to mention.  But I will show off the staples in my shoulder........sooner or later.

Inspiraion from the Amazon La'Shondra

So my friend sent me a text message joke that becomes a virus from phone to phone.  Anyways here's the joke:

A boy catches his dad doing [having sex] his mom.  His dad notices the boy and winks at him, then continues.  The next day the dad catches the boy doing [having sex] the boy's grandmother.  The boy turns and says, "Not so funny when it's your mom, huh?"

End joke.

So my friend and I begin talking anout what we would do in this situation, she would probably end up becoming a stripper to give her father a meesage, "You ****** up raising me."  I figured I would follow suit with the sjoke a little more, and jizz on his favorite possession.  As gross as it sounds you can use a similar witty saying as in the joke, "It's not so funny when it's all over something you love."  Sure your dad would be pissy for a little bit, but he'll think about winking to you.  Another consequence would be that he might not shake your hand either (this goes for both sexes). 

Spin the Bottle...

Spin the bottle, a traditional pass time by many cultures, but is it more dangerous today than it was twenties years ago when our parents were going at this pass time? 

Nowadays, people have diseases, cutsbleeding, sores oozing, just disgusting things.  This could be the age where playing spin the bottle could be like Russian Roulette.  With the disease infestant people around the circle, you might have to kiss a partner that is ridden with VD, granting a long term sickness, that you most likely wont recover from.  

Other comparisons of spin the bottle and Russian Roulette :

• You can play stacked, where there's more than one way to die.  More than 1 bullet, or a semi-automatic gun.  Everyone in the circle has something to offer to the others.
• You can cheat, make sure you won't lose.  Empty the gun.  Position yourself away from the bottle every time it slows your way.
• Winner take all. If you play a couple rounds of Russian Roulette and your the last man standing.  If you spread disease to everyone, or don't get hit with the chance of death at all.

Just Plain Weird

How do you feel when someone tells you about a traumatic experience?  Is there sympathy?  What about hearing about a rape?  Whether on the television, or when someone tells me outright, I just don't feel right knowing about it.  I don't feel like it's my place to know that much about a person - it's worse when a person speaks about it openly, and care free.  I have no sympathy, because I could never put myself in that place.  I have no sympathy, because it's just a foreign activity that's heard on the news and told in stories.

The bold move of displaying a full out rape on the big screen was done by the movie "The Last House on the Left", which has recently came out.  Watching this, one is supposed to feel emotions.  Sympathy for the young girl, and disgust for the killer who rapes her.  Yet I felt nothing, it was still foreign.  Rape is serious, and it's just something I'll probably never be in touch with (most likely a good thing).  Normally I find the good and some what disturbing (funny) view of things, but this is one topic where there is none.

Not sure why this topic came up exactly, but felt the need for it to be out there....................................................