The Isolated Blurt Thread

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Once, in a while I eat Cheeto- like objects. It is so strange to feel the two sides of my body-self fighting. One side wants to continue to eat the styrofoam peanut- like artificial food. The artificial food has been engineered to be addictive. The other side of my body self is offended by the chemicals. I feel sick to my stomach, afterwards. I cannot remember when I had them, last.

This is the lure of artificial cheese food. It is engineered to be enjoyable, on several levels.

Ask him if he had American cheese slices, or Velveeta, when he was a child. I am guessing that the food scientists incorporate childhood food memories into the engineering of texture and flavor.
 
Once, in a while I eat Cheeto- like objects. It is so strange to feel the two sides of my body-self fighting. One side wants to continue to eat the styrofoam peanut- like artificial food. The artificial food has been engineered to be addictive. The other side of my body self is offended by the chemicals. I feel sick to my stomach, afterwards. I cannot remember when I had them, last.

This is the lure of artificial cheese food. It is engineered to be enjoyable, on several levels.

Ask him if he had American cheese slices, or Velveeta, when he was a child. I am guessing that the food scientists incorporate childhood food memories into the engineering of texture and flavor.

Most Americans judge the quality of cheese by one standard: how gooey is it when it melts?
 
Jesus Horatio Christ.

When I was a kid, you couldn't get ANYONE to admit they spanked their monkey.

Now, everyone not only admits it, but they put it on TV on that damned hamsterwheel.com or whatever the hell it is.

The world is going to hell in a handjob-basket.
 
I did the Keith Richards morning workout for a while. It really wasn't a great idea.

Adding the "I live with my grandmother" detail is a good way to incorporate your many and various out of synch cultural references.

Nobody will ever suspect a thing!
 
I've been very productive today. It's not even noontime and I've already finished my second cup of coffee.
 
Once, in a while I eat Cheeto- like objects. It is so strange to feel the two sides of my body-self fighting. One side wants to continue to eat the styrofoam peanut- like artificial food. The artificial food has been engineered to be addictive. The other side of my body self is offended by the chemicals. I feel sick to my stomach, afterwards. I cannot remember when I had them, last.

This is the lure of artificial cheese food. It is engineered to be enjoyable, on several levels.

Ask him if he had American cheese slices, or Velveeta, when he was a child. I am guessing that the food scientists incorporate childhood food memories into the engineering of texture and flavor.
it's still used here sometimes. some of it even went into his ma'am's potato soup but i have to say the soup was tha bomb!

Is it Tostitos salsa con queso?
don't think so. don't recall which brand but know it wasn't where all the tostitos stuff was
 
A friend who is getting divorced reckons he can't stay with his parents because they will be shocked if he brings a different women home every three days.
 
my puter died last night. fortunately we have H's till we find out if it can be revived :rolleyes:
 
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