So, my news: I'm never ever going to believe anyone who says that they sent me all I needed. Even if (most) of the content was there, the formatting is what takes forever. Isn't it sad that one report can make a person lose so much faith in the human race?
I finished with one of the supposadly-easy things, and am now midway though the first difficult one. Well, no, not midway. More like start-way. And so far it doesn't show signs of being any different than what it was supposed to be in the first place, meaning difficult. I need to actually phrase sentences that make sense, and put references inside them! That's difficult. As proof I offer my posting style tonight.
I love food too much to be a competitive eater, but this woman who can eat 11 cheesecakes in 9 minutes is so cute! I can't believe she's 37 years old though.
There's a wormhole in her stomach that leads to an alternate dimension. It's the only explanation.
My friend Sugarfreak says that it's always the small ones that can put it down.
We saw a candy bar called a New Jamaican, ita. rum and raisins in chocolate. Almost bought it for you but we only had $1.10 left in cash.
We saw a candy bar called a New Jamaican, ita. rum and raisins in chocolate
That's a popular sort of chocolate bar in Jamaica. Mmm.
How much do I love that there is an International Federation of Competitive Eating?
She must have a wooden leg.
SERIOUSLY on the wooden leg thing. 5.75 lbs of aspargus. Dude. That's like 5.65 lbs too many.
The problem I see is not with the amount, but rather with the speed of eating. Is there were a "slow to eat" contest?
[Edit: 8-2=6*1. Playing with numbers is so much easier than blah-blah-ing my way through references which content is mostly a mystery to me. Why is it that I never need to write a report about post #?]
There's actually some reason that the best competitive eaters tend to be little skinny people--something about stomach elasticity. I've gotta assume they puke it all up again afterwards, though.
