Picky Eaters
An old, old friend of mine will not eat/drink any hot liquid. Tea, coffee, soup etc do not pass his lips.
Which would be odd enough if he wasn't in the Army. He managed to survive a tour of duty in the Serbian mountains in winter without a brew.
Who's the pickiest eater you know? How annoying is it? Is it you?
( , Thu 1 Mar 2007, 13:11)
An old, old friend of mine will not eat/drink any hot liquid. Tea, coffee, soup etc do not pass his lips.
Which would be odd enough if he wasn't in the Army. He managed to survive a tour of duty in the Serbian mountains in winter without a brew.
Who's the pickiest eater you know? How annoying is it? Is it you?
( , Thu 1 Mar 2007, 13:11)
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Uh Gas - Keeping it in
Some foods cause me to "gas up" - I never know what they are/were/have been and I only ever find out about them by accident. Curry and Chilli excepted of course as I know they do indeed swell me up....
Anyhoo.
I was seeing some play at a theater in Covent Garden and the dinner had worked it's way through me and I needed to "pass the gas" as it were.
By some small miracle I held it all in. For 2 hours. I was in agony, but I knew that it was going to smell the equivalent of a badger's arse after it's eaten 3 large Phalls.
After leaving, I headed back to the hotel - happily passing the vile, noxious fumes that pass as man-gas. Frankly, I was offended by my own smell. Nice.
I do, however, feel sorry for the people following behind me, in the lift at Covent Garden with me, on the tube, in the hotel lift, etc....
Many apologies.
Not!
I think this is off topic really...
( , Mon 5 Mar 2007, 14:23, Reply)
Some foods cause me to "gas up" - I never know what they are/were/have been and I only ever find out about them by accident. Curry and Chilli excepted of course as I know they do indeed swell me up....
Anyhoo.
I was seeing some play at a theater in Covent Garden and the dinner had worked it's way through me and I needed to "pass the gas" as it were.
By some small miracle I held it all in. For 2 hours. I was in agony, but I knew that it was going to smell the equivalent of a badger's arse after it's eaten 3 large Phalls.
After leaving, I headed back to the hotel - happily passing the vile, noxious fumes that pass as man-gas. Frankly, I was offended by my own smell. Nice.
I do, however, feel sorry for the people following behind me, in the lift at Covent Garden with me, on the tube, in the hotel lift, etc....
Many apologies.
Not!
I think this is off topic really...
( , Mon 5 Mar 2007, 14:23, Reply)
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