| I was shopping at the local supermarket where I selected:
A half-gallon of 2% milk,
A carton of eggs,
A quart of orange juice,
A head of romaine lettuce,
A 2 lb. can of coffee, and
A 1 lb. package of bacon.
As I was unloading my items on the conveyor belt
to check out, a drunk standing behind me watched
as I placed the items in front of the cashier.
While the cashier was ringing up the purchases,
the drunk calmly stated, "You must be single."
I was a bit startled by this proclamation, but I
was intrigued by the derelict's intuition, since I
was indeed single. I looked at the six items on the
belt and saw nothing particularly unusual about my
selections that could have tipped off the drunk to
my marital status.
Curiosity getting the better of me, I said: "Well,
you know what, you're absolutely right. But how
on earth did you know that?"
The drunk replied, "Cause you're ugly." |
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but hate it with a passion. you feel me? |
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| Two cravings killed in one day. First one down was my pho craving.... An hour later palabok cravings no longer existed. Since last week I've been craving strange shit. Pancakes. Fettucini alfredo. Pancakes AND fettucini alfredo. Pho. Palabok. Icecream. Pizza.One more to go. I guess it's my body's way getting ready for the winter. Lolz. Store up all the fat I could to keep myself warm when it's COLD. But yeah. Food is awesome. What sucks though is that I'm not one of those girls that can eat all they fucking want and stay fkn thin. Fkn whores. |
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