It would be the easiest and cheapest thing in the world to put a picture of Julie Gunlock, National Review writer and senior female at the Independent Women's Forum, in this space right here and then har-har-har about how she is whining about HBO's upcoming documentary -- which she has not seen but which infuriates her anyway -- because she is herself a person of fatness. So, naturally, that is what we will do!
<blockquote>We are glad Julie Gunlock did not see the HBO documentary on Gloria Steinem</blockquote>
Trix dearest, I think you meant &quot;the trailer for the HBO documentary on Gloria Steinem,&quot; since watching the finished product about which she rants is apparently too much like work.
One of the comments from the video reminded me of a lesson I was teaching on blood vessels and the like. One of my students ask why he never saw them when he ate a chicken leg. I asked if he ever remembered get a tough stringy thing stuck in his teeth. He said yah...well, grasshopper...that was either a vein or artery. Bone appetite!
He actually passed out. We lifted him into a chair, head between the knees, LaVannya, get a class of water for Tim please, passed out.
Jesus Christ...Wow Chips. Stomach cramps, loose stool and <b>Uncontrolled Anal Leakage</b>. Were they named such because so many people would shout, &quot;Wow! I shit my pants&quot;, or Wow! I just crapped on the examining table.&quot;
Of course, I wonder of Santorum ate a lot of Wow! Chips.
As someone who is currently in an internet argument about how bad grammar makes one look stupid and dilutes the power of the message, I&#039;d have to say that ignorance is waaaay more of a danger to the future of this country.
However, as a fat dude, I can&#039;t argue much with this...
<i>We&rsquo;re all too fat, and we&rsquo;re going to die huge, miserable, unemployed, and in pain.</i>
Huge? Check.
Miserable? Not in my case anyway. I have the love of a good woman. But, for many years misery was a companion of mine.
Unemployed? Check...at least for the time being. There have been studies (too lazy to link) that show that fat folks overall make less money and spend more time unemployed.
In pain? Oh fucking-a right. Thank goodness I live in a place where I&#039;m forced to do more walking. I&#039;m not seeing much of the fat front, but I seem to be hurting less.
<blockquote>We are glad Julie Gunlock did not see the HBO documentary on Gloria Steinem</blockquote>
Trix dearest, I think you meant &quot;the trailer for the HBO documentary on Gloria Steinem,&quot; since watching the finished product about which she rants is apparently too much like work.
One of the comments from the video reminded me of a lesson I was teaching on blood vessels and the like. One of my students ask why he never saw them when he ate a chicken leg. I asked if he ever remembered get a tough stringy thing stuck in his teeth. He said yah...well, grasshopper...that was either a vein or artery. Bone appetite!
He actually passed out. We lifted him into a chair, head between the knees, LaVannya, get a class of water for Tim please, passed out.
Sometimes I miss teaching.
This has won the weekend...and maybe the week to follow.
Wow!!
Jesus Christ...Wow Chips. Stomach cramps, loose stool and <b>Uncontrolled Anal Leakage</b>. Were they named such because so many people would shout, &quot;Wow! I shit my pants&quot;, or Wow! I just crapped on the examining table.&quot;
Of course, I wonder of Santorum ate a lot of Wow! Chips.
it&#039;s too bad I can&#039;t make it cuz my belly would be there the day before I arrive.
President Camacho approves this post.
That&#039;s among one of the coolest things someone has said to me. Thank you.
it&#039;s taken almost to the bottom (hehehehe) of page one for that reference.
to be fair, pizza for breakfast is my standard.
that or chocolate milk.
god we are stupid.
Have you ever seen a chubby skeleton?
I&#039;d like to weigh in on this issue. It&#039;s a heavy topic.
But I haven&#039;t had breakfast yet.
I&#039;m old enough to have been skinny (instead of thin).
I used to lie about my weight on my driver&#039;s license - I&#039;d add 15 lbs.
Heroin chic is so 90s.
As someone who is currently in an internet argument about how bad grammar makes one look stupid and dilutes the power of the message, I&#039;d have to say that ignorance is waaaay more of a danger to the future of this country.
However, as a fat dude, I can&#039;t argue much with this...
<i>We&rsquo;re all too fat, and we&rsquo;re going to die huge, miserable, unemployed, and in pain.</i>
Huge? Check.
Miserable? Not in my case anyway. I have the love of a good woman. But, for many years misery was a companion of mine.
Unemployed? Check...at least for the time being. There have been studies (too lazy to link) that show that fat folks overall make less money and spend more time unemployed.
In pain? Oh fucking-a right. Thank goodness I live in a place where I&#039;m forced to do more walking. I&#039;m not seeing much of the fat front, but I seem to be hurting less.
Naturally I&#039;m not going to get anything done until I manufacture and consume one of these Twinkie clubs of which you speak.