Showing posts with label Humor. Show all posts
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Unexpected Side Effects

So lately I've been very committed to getting healthier (and more importantly back into my expensive jeans that I haven't been able to squeeze myself into for ages). This has involved being very motivated to work out and eat properly. The exercise and the eating healthy is working out pretty well for me - I've been feeling more energetic during the day, I'm seeing some progress on the scale, and most importantly, I'm really proud of myself. It's a great feeling.

That being said, there has been a rather unexpected side effect. I call it CBHS - CheeseBurger Hallucination Syndrome. Some of the symptoms of CBHS are as follows:

1.) Believing that any meal can be improved with the addition of cheeseburgers.

Example:

Dinner has been prepared, a lovely Asian soup. Jordan takes a bite, and turns to me, mentioning that he's not sure about one of the spices, and asks what do I think would make it taste better? I'm looking into my bowl, and all I see is -
"CHEESEBURGERS," I blurt out.

Jordan raises his eyebrows at me. "Cheeseburgers would make it taste better?"

"Cheeseburgers," I confirm, suddenly unable to speak any other word. "Cheeseburgers."

2.) Randomly finding yourself pulling into fast food drive throughs with no memory of how you got there.

Example:

I'm driving home from work, singing along with Cobra Starship, idly thinking about my day, and I'm planning to go immediately to my apartment complex gym when I get home. I glance down for a second to change the volume on my stereo, but when I look up I find myself staring at the McDonald's drive through menu. My window is open, and the McDonald's employee is politely asking me what I would like to order. I'm stunned. I open my mouth, intending to explain that I've changed my mind, but what comes out is...

"Cheeseburgers. Lots of cheeseburgers."

3.) Inanimate objects appear to be cheeseburgers.

Example:

I'm playing Resident Evil 5 on my Playstation 3, completely absorbed in killing things before I run out of ammo. I've just had a snack of baby carrots and an apple, and I'm not particularly hungry. I glance down at my controller and freeze. Instead of my controller, I'm holding a beautiful, juicy, perfect cheeseburger. My eyes widened, and I slowly lifted it up, mouth opening, preparing to take a huge bite, when -

"Becca, what are you doing?"

I glance over at Jordan, then back at the cheeseburger, feeling a pang of sadness and loss when I realize it's changed back into a PS3 controller. "Nothing," I mutter. "Just wishing I had a cheeseburger..."

It's very important to be wary of CBHS. This dangerous syndrome can also occur with other foods as well - the nasty shock you get when taking a bite of low fat cottage cheese expecting it to be marshmallows is rather disturbing.

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Preview my application to marry into Canada?

One of my favorite bloggers, the generous, selfless, Canadian Ben over at No Ordinary Rollercoaster is offering his hand in marriage to some lucky individual desperate to escape America in the event that Senator McCain wins the election. I've decided to prepare an application just in case it becomes necessary. I would love for you all to review it and give me suggestions to help ensure that I appear an extremely desirable marriage prospect.



Okay, here it goes!


RE: Need to marry into Canada?


Dear Ben,


Let me first say that I thank you from the bottom of my heart for giving us the chance to escape a country that would flounder and suffer under the despotic rule of another republican. You are most certainly a gentleman, willing to sacrifice for the good of another. And you're hilarious. And beautiful. And amazing.

(Do you think I went overboard with the flattery?)


I would first like to address the requirements you laid out to prove that I did indeed read them, and I know what I'm applying for. I will not address every single requirement; I believe this will unnecessarily lengthen my application, and I understand that you are a busy man with many of these to sort through. If you would like clarification on a particular point, please feel free to contact me; I am at your beck and call.


1.) A man of your impeccable taste of course deserves to have his spouse cover all of his travel, living, and marriage expenses. Even if you had not specifically indicated that this was a requirement, I would have simply assumed that this would be the way things would work.


(You don't think he'll guess that I'm totally broke most of the time, do you?)


8.) I feel that I have a very good grasp of what will constitute your problems and my problems. Your examples were very helpful. I would be very good at solving "someone is dying in the living room" and "dog poop everywhere" problems. I am also frequently at a loss when I am desperate to give someone a massage and when I have free concert tickets. I believe we will compliment each other very well.


9.) Oh, Ben. You listed "ninja" as a trade that would be useful to you. Don't forget that not only am I a Winja, I am a superhero. Just think of the possibilities.


12.) I despise sci-fi shows, and am more than willing to sync dirty looks. If you choose to accept my application, we will be Dirty Look Masters. People far and wide will fear our Dual Dirty Look Combo.


(No one should mention to Ben that I love sci-fi shows. I mean, MY GOD, the new Battlestar Galactica? WOW! And Firefly was totally one of the best shows ever. So SHHHHH!)


15.) I am a Winja and a superhero. I am not concerned.


I would now like to discuss some of the reasons I think I would be a wise choice. One of the most important, at least in my opinion, is that if we were ever faced with a zombie outbreak or placed in a teen slasher flick, you, the newf, Calvin, Theo, and myself would all escape alive - I am inundated with horror scenario knowledge. I will bring a diverse collection of DVDs, music, books, and video games with me, which, according to requirement # 5, will all become yours. And last but not least, I am sweet, funny, encouraging, am very good at giving advice, and will always give you my honest opinion when you ask for it.




Now, if we are to enter into this marriage arrangement, I have two requirements. This may seem a bit presumptuous, but although I would very much like to escape this country, I am not a doormat.


1.) I require someone to watch Supernatural with me. You will definitely not find this onerous, I promise. I mean, Jensen Ackles. 'Nuff said. "Watching Supernatural" entails curling up together and squealing at the bounty of stunning men provided by the show.


2.) I'm bringing Stella, my cat, with me. She's loving, adorable, and so sweet you won't believe it.




(Okay, I'm definitely lying about that one. He didn't watch that video I posted where she wouldn't stop attacking me, did he?)




I look forward to hearing from you and participating in your reality TV show.




Love,



Becca


P.S.





Just think. We could be a part of your family for four to eight years!

So, what do you think? Hopefully it won't be necessary to send it in, but you never know. I like to be prepared. ^_^

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Cinderella


Just got this in my email, and thought I would share. =)


Cinderella is now 95 years old. After a fulfilling life with the now dead prince, she happily sits upon her rocking chair, watching the world go by from her front porch, with a cat named Bob for companionship.


One sunny afternoon out of nowhere, appeared the fairy godmother. Cinderella said, "Fairy Godmother, what are you doing here after allthese years"?


The fairy godmother replied,"Cinderella, you have lived an exemplary life since I last saw you. Is there anything for which your heart still yearns?"


Cinderella was taken aback, overjoyed, and after some thoughtful consideration, she uttered her first wish: "The prince was wonderful, but not much of an investor. I'm living hand to mouth on my disability checks, and I wish I were wealthy beyond comprehension."


Instantly her rocking chair turned into solid gold.


Cinderella said,"Ooh, thank you, Fairy Godmother!"


The fairy godmother replied,"It is the least that I can do. What do you want for your second wish?"


Cinderella looked down at her frail body, and said,"I wish I were young and full of the beauty and youth I once had."


At once, her wish became reality, and her beautiful young visage returned. Cinderella felt stirrings inside of her that had been dormant for years.


The fairy godmother spoke once more: "You have one more wish; what shall it be?"


Cinderella looks over to the frightened cat in the corner and says, "I wish for you to transform Bob, my old cat, into a kind and handsome young man."


Magically, Bob suddenly underwent so fundamental a change in his biological make-up that, when he stood before her, he was a man so beautiful the likes of him neither she nor the world had ever seen.


The fairy godmother said, "Congratulations, Cinderella, enjoy your new life." With a blazing shock of bright blue electricity, the fairy godmother was gone as suddenly as she appeared.


For a few eerie moments, Bob and Cinderella looked into each other's eyes. Cinderella sat, breathless, gazing at the most beautiful, stunningly perfect man she had ever seen. Then Bob walked over to Cinderella, who sat transfixed in her rocking chair, and held her close in his young muscular arms. He leaned in close, blowing her golden hair with his warm breath as he whispered...


"Bet you're sorry you neutered me."

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