Well, I admit it. I have a natural addiction to our local ice cream and dairy store. The fast food chain, the very one that specializes in tasty malts and shakes, has a latch into my wallet. It has such strong ties to my stomach I eat there at least three times a week, even though it would be a really good idea for me to, you know, not do that.
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Hey, guess what? I’ve watched more of these crazy videos and I will share some of them with you.
The first of this list is a discussion by Jane McGoniga, who talks about how games can possibly help solve real world problems. Far fetched? Maybe. It is very interesting how she has used that idea to apply to games that interact with real life. I could use to hear the word “epic” less.
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Like a coke addict who has shaken hands with the white lady for the first time in months, today I had fast food for the first time since early August. It was not a pleasant ordeal. My inner organs that control the processing of food – the stomach, intestines, etc. – were not aware that they would be bombarded with the unnatural comestibles. They fought hard and long, but the battle was not for naught. In the end, my innards came out the victor, but the damage had been done. The message sent back to base was that in the regions of the middle hinterlands had been heavily hit, and they were on fire. The entire country had to nearly shut down to make sure that the areas most heavily hit could rebuild. The United States reconstruction could be mildly compared to what I went through today.
Moral of this story: fast food is bad for you.
Now, to get to the point of the post that I had originally thought of: Sometimes fast food is slower than crap. There is a restaurant in the great state of Oklahoma called Braum’s, not good ol’ Johannes Brahms, but Braum’s. It is the local “ice cream and dairy store,” so they say. Well, this place is good, I must admit, but it is painfully slow. As much as I enjoy their food, despite what I have already written so far, I despise having to wait so long for a freaking burger. Is it really that hard? I don’t want to belittle the brave and courageous burger flipper, but really, I shouldn’t have to wait ten minutes for a darned burger. FIN.
Since I have all the power on this website, I have the ability to check everything that goes on around here, even searches. One of you clever folk searched for “Do vegans chew gum?” That’s a very interesting question. This is something that I do not 
know. I know, I know. This comes as a shocker, I’m sure; it’s few and far between that I do not know something. But this is something that I’ve never thought of.
My first thought was that vegans probably do chew gum. I wouldn’t figure that too many animals are jacked up in the production of gum, but you never know. There’s probably a poor little bunny somewhere that gets bombarded by Double Mint every couple of hours and then goes crazy, but I’d have to (and want to) see something before believing that.
So this is a question that I’ll turn over to you: Do these dirty vegans chew the gum, or are they doomed to sit around and complain about stupid crap like the treatment of animals in video games?
Also, whoever made the original search will most likely now return a result!
So I like milk. I even buy it when I go to the store. Milk is good for things like cooking or mixing with cereal. But what happens when milk goes bad? It gets all chunky and smelly, right? Well, Wal-Mart seems to want their customers to suffer from getting sick from old milk.
The scenerio played out like this: Last week I bought some yummy milk. I drank it with glee. Having nearly finish the jug, I went to buy some more milk barely a week later. Now, this is the strange part: They both have the same experation date. 
Well, they’re different by a day, but that’s not that much. The strange thing is that one says “sell by” and one says “best by.” I’m sure there’s some “big difference” in all of that, but from what I can tell there’s not. What I want to know is how does one milk jug outlast another milk jug by nearly a full week. I can only assume the milk, due to the volume of sales, is replenished daily at the store, so the second jug of milk most definitely wasn’t there when I bought the first.
I’m sure that’s what they want you to think. They probably have milk stocked up for a month or so in the back. If that’s the case then that’s gross. Anyhow, I thought that was interesting. You’ll probably see a post here in a couple of days where I talk about food poisoning.
I don’t know what they put into the tubes of Flavor-Ice, but I guarantee there is some sort of highly addictive drug laced in there. It doesn’t matter what I do, I have at least five of these things on any given day. There’s no way to stop eating them. And because they only charge three bucks per 100 for the “expensive” kind, it’s hard to not buy them. You have to be insane to see them at the store and walk passed them without picked them up. I’m just going to go ahead and say it: I hate anyone who doesn’t like Flavor-Ice. It’s pretty much un-human to not like Flavor-Ice. You have to be some sort of Borg to turn it down. If someone offers you a Flavor-Ice, you take it; there’s no two ways about it, unless, of course, you fall into any one of these categories: zombie, witch, golem, robot, salamander, harpy, or centaur.
I hear all of these animal rights people gripe and complain about the delicious meats that come from our gentle, bovine friends. On the top of their list of “beefs” (haha) is that some of us humans love the taste of the baby calf, i.e. veal. It’s so bad, according to them, to eat the poor little calf, even though his meat is tender and tastes like Heaven in a hamburger. But what these dirty vegans don’t realize is that they themselves have probably had one or two run-ins with the eating of young. That’s right, I’m talking about the one and only tator-tot. The spawn of unlucky parents, these starch ridden children find themselves on the human plates every day. We happily gobble up the tots, thinking not of the suffering of so many spud siblings and parents who watched as their brothers and kids were dragged off to processing plant and turned into cylindrical cuisine. So think twice, yon chewer of the tuber, when you dip those little crunchy treats into the blood red katsup; you might have just devoured a future potato president. …And you thought this post would be about Jonathan Swift.
So have you had these cereals that include the fruit already inside? A lot of them have the fruit nowadays; sliced up in little pieces and scattered here and there. Now I think this is a pretty good idea for most part, at least on paper. Do we all remember what the last thing was that looked good on paper but was not really practical? Communism. That’s what. Now, I’m not saying that little pieces of strawberry and banana are aligned with the Reds, but as far as being crappy in practice is concerned, the little pieces of strawberry and banana fit the bill. I applaud the idea, but the execution stinks. To package the little morsels of goodness, they must be drained of everything moist and turned into little nuggets of dried up former fruit. That’s ok so far, even the astronauts have dried out stuff; but when you put them back into the moist situation, milk for normal people who eat cereal, they drown in the stuff and start to decompose. This results in the opposite of what they were most likely designed for, and turns the little pieces of strawberry and banana into red and white leech-like things that slide around in your mouth. It’s gross. Don’t eat them.