01-25-2005, 04:18 PM
I have been asked to leave all you can eat seafood places. I once ate about 10 pounds of cajun fried catfish. Mmmm.
Before I started taking better care of my self, a typical meal would be as follows. A whole fried chicken. Taters. Rice. A stick of butter to keep everything tasting good. A half a dozen biscuits or so. Some cornbread. Veggies of whatever kind. Gravy over everything. A salad. Plus a half a pie or so for desert. Every day. Powereating? No. Typical Southern Meal.
In Washington state, out on the backroads, out by Leavenworth Washington, out past Plain, there is a little place called the Oxbow. And they have (Or had) something called "The Big Ox Burger." It was a burger the size of your head. I used to go in there after a week of working my scrawny ass off and eat 2 or 3 of these big bastards, much to the horror of the waitresses. Plus a basket of fries and all the coke I could slurp. I would then, after taking a short nap, go into Leavenworth, to this little place off the back of Main Street, I think it was called The Gingerbread Factory, and do further damage to my self by consuming a massive hazelnut expresso milkshake, and a dozen or so cookies. I would then walk the streets of this quaint Bravarianesque village, belching, drinking beer, and scaring the hell out of the locals, many of whom called me the Troll. I would end the day by eating bratwursts with sourkrout till I went near comatose, and then I would drag my self back to my lair to recuperate from my wanton excess.
At times, I think I might have an eating disorder.
Before I started taking better care of my self, a typical meal would be as follows. A whole fried chicken. Taters. Rice. A stick of butter to keep everything tasting good. A half a dozen biscuits or so. Some cornbread. Veggies of whatever kind. Gravy over everything. A salad. Plus a half a pie or so for desert. Every day. Powereating? No. Typical Southern Meal.
In Washington state, out on the backroads, out by Leavenworth Washington, out past Plain, there is a little place called the Oxbow. And they have (Or had) something called "The Big Ox Burger." It was a burger the size of your head. I used to go in there after a week of working my scrawny ass off and eat 2 or 3 of these big bastards, much to the horror of the waitresses. Plus a basket of fries and all the coke I could slurp. I would then, after taking a short nap, go into Leavenworth, to this little place off the back of Main Street, I think it was called The Gingerbread Factory, and do further damage to my self by consuming a massive hazelnut expresso milkshake, and a dozen or so cookies. I would then walk the streets of this quaint Bravarianesque village, belching, drinking beer, and scaring the hell out of the locals, many of whom called me the Troll. I would end the day by eating bratwursts with sourkrout till I went near comatose, and then I would drag my self back to my lair to recuperate from my wanton excess.
At times, I think I might have an eating disorder.
All alone, or in twos,
The ones who really love you
Walk up and down outside the wall.
Some hand in hand
And some gathered together in bands.
The bleeding hearts and artists
Make their stand.
And when they've given you their all
Some stagger and fall, after all it's not easy
Banging your heart against some mad buggers wall.
"Isn't this where...."
The ones who really love you
Walk up and down outside the wall.
Some hand in hand
And some gathered together in bands.
The bleeding hearts and artists
Make their stand.
And when they've given you their all
Some stagger and fall, after all it's not easy
Banging your heart against some mad buggers wall.
"Isn't this where...."