
Originally Posted by
Spats
Ever wonder why, even though you know a thick, juicy steak is coming to your table, you can't keep yourself from demolishing the bread basket (often stuffing yourself with more calories than are in the steak)? It's because metabolically, bread is equivalent to Skittles...and it's addictive in the same way candy is addictive.
No, it's because I'm out, at a restaurant, to eat food that they serve me, and I'm fucking hungry. If they put a basket of roasted broccoli in front of me, I'd eat the shit out of that before my steak came. It just so happens they put bread out, so that's what I eat.
"fuck off you asshat gaper shit for brains fucktard wanker." - Jesus Christ
"She was tossing her bean salad with the vigor of a Drunken Pop princess so I walked out of the corner and said.... "need a hand?"" - Odin
"everybody's got their hooks into you, fuck em....forge on motherfuckers, drag all those bitches across the goal line with you." - (not so) ill-advised strategy
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