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• The above sentence may be the only sentence on this site that is 100% true.
Use this space for notes and reminders to yourself.
This is a private space. Only you will see your notes.
Expiration date is not required, only if you want the note to magically disappear.
A great place to keep your fantastic ideas, like, "Hey! I need to write more sentences about crickets and English gentlemen with unruly beards."
What’s the weirdest thing you can think of right now?
I am happy to report, for the benefit of all those who undernourished, rail-thin types who can’t gain weight no matter what they eat, I have discovered The Holy Grail of weight gain—Mona Loa Macadamia Nut Chocolate Bars—four days, four 1.7oz (50gram) bars and I’ve gained five pounds!
It was not her favorite cookbook because the recipes were wonderful, although they were; nor was it her favorite cookbook because the foreword started with “Cooking is about the release of pain and frustration”; what made it her favorite cookbook were the icons accompanying each recipe, indicating virtues such as “Virtually noiseless,” “virtually dishless,” “can be made in bed” and “can be eaten in the bathtub.”
Gertrude wistfully wondered where all the crazy folks who used to rock up, armed with ingredients, and cook for her in her own home had disappeared; thinking perhaps, that some sneaky alternate dimension had plotted until they found a way to suck these wonderful, but hard to find souls, into their own world to eat them.
actually, zombies aside, there are some things in life that only large quantities of spontaneous lunchtime sushi can provide.
There are some zombies with eating disorders, but not many.
Since Thanksgiving comes but once a year, Henry always forgot from the last time that eating most of the crackling turkey skin results in indigestion of monumental proportions.
Riley looked at the plate of food (which, incidentally, was piled quite high) and plopped his head sulkily into his hands before rolling his eyes and whining ‘chanking’ in tones that were both accusing and questioning as though, somehow, the futile protest would magically transform the content of his dinner plate.
Even if you don’t feed your dogs at the table, they’re imaginative enough to place themselves where food might accidentally land.
When your dinner is so laden with bird chile flakes that tears run down your eyes as you locomotor the noodles under your nose en route to your mouth, it becomes difficult, if not impossible, to cry for real.
A two to three minute walk east puts me in the very heart of Salem’s vast fastfood empire.
While eating alphabet soup, one of my spoonfuls spelled out the word xylophone, at which point I dumped out the rest of the bowl and swore off alphabet soup forever, the motherlode having been hit.
Move along, move along, nothing to eat here.
Don’t think too hard about the food you’re eating, else it’s likely to end up a Scrine.
Turns out you can eat too much toast.
It’s amazing what we’ll do to our bodies for the sake of pleasing a few lousy tastebuds.
Easter was so full of food that Beth usually took a two week vacation to fit it all in.
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