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andymackem wrote:But I was always ridiculously skinny. Such is life.
Me too. Don't have a sweet tooth at all, not even as a kid, so I've always been a pudding dodger. Don't eat sweets, although I get through a lot of mints in the car since I stopped smoking, and the only time I ever have pop is to dilute spirits and then its always full fat.
Have you ever had a gin and tonic with diet tonic? jesus hairy christ on a bike it's bad enough to make you voluntarily drink neat Taboo or that aftershock stuff just to get the taste out of your mouth
But I never was a pudding dodger. I have an absurdly sweet tooth. My diet is a fast-track to obesity and I still remain 'all prick and ribs' (to quote a girlfriend).
It must be stress or something.
I know women who will send back G&T if it arrives with full-fat tonic. I tend to stand and stare in disbelief. But most girls have that effect on me, one way or another.
timsinister wrote:If it ain't got a percentage, it ain't coming in.
Yep. Real men drink meths.
Besides, I have a theory: only food makes you fat. Drink never stays inside you long enough to.
Isn't there where Markfiend leaps up from behind his Kalahari sand-dune to tell us it isn't a theory unless it has been rigorously scientifically verified?
Beware the wrath of the Meerkat. I mean, really dancing?
andymackem wrote:Isn't there where Markfiend leaps up from behind his Kalahari sand-dune to tell us it isn't a theory unless it has been rigorously scientifically verified?
I always thought a theory was a theory UNTIL it had been rigorously scientifically verified...
There's a man with a mullet going mad with a mallet in Millets
Strangely enough, I find myself drinking diet Pepsi, due to spending too much time in the sun and agreeing to Pam drinking three of my ten-bottle Stella quota. Tomorrow's the last day of my holiday and I can't sleep because I've spent the week draining Wadworth's brewery and helping my Dad get through his backlog of Australian reds, ten-year old tawnies and single malts. Altzheimers has its upsides. He's even almost forgotten that he smokes.
And you know that she's half crazy but that's why you want to be there.
I always thought a theory was a theory UNTIL it had been rigorously scientifically verified...