This constant hunger is so annoying. Ever since I pumped up the volume on my running workouts, my body is all like "Give me lots of food" so I'm like "Okay" and I'll eat pounds and pounds of sustenance.
I stuff myself with only the best too, i.e. mixtures of tuna and salmon and black beans washed down with fiber cereal and fruit. But the volume of this food is generally in the 5-10 cubic foot range. That's way bigger than my stomach, I don't know how it fits.
Now I know how a dog feels when it's left alone with the food and it just keeps eating until its stomach bursts and guts fly everywhere.
I wanted to burst this guys stomach today because he was walking in front of me and smoking. I hate smoking and all things associated with smoking including lighters, smokers, cigarettes, ashtrays, lung cancer, camels, fire, tobacco, and weird long cigarette holders that French people use.
Why should I have to suffer this smoker's exhaust just because I'm walking behind him. I was forced to walk faster and juke by his oncoming deluge of poisonous smoke.
I think smoking should be illegal. Anywhere. It's the biggest waste of money known to man. Spend your money on Flight of the Conchords DVDs and memorabilia, not cigarettes. People need to be protected from themselves.
I think they should ban other stuff, too. Like trans fat, and sugared drinks. If there are healthier alternatives, they should be instituted. But there is no alternative to smoking, except for setting a stick of dynamite on fire and putting it in your mouth. Try that, you get such a high.
I hate when people smoke at school and then come into the computer lab and smell like a bowling alley. It's just not fair. I don't roll around in lane grease and rosin and spilled beer and come to your smoke filled house to complete the bowling alley experience.
I got recognized for my high grade on the Plant test. I wasn't recognized for my super fast speed, beating everyone else by 15 minutes. But I didn't have to be, because they all saw me turn in my test with that look of victory in my eye and a self-assured sneer. So they knew I was fast. Now they know I'm good.
On a sadder note, I've already hit my funny bone three, count 'em, three times today. I can't remember the last time I even hit it before today. Why, God, why!???
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