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If you could eat anything right now...

fried buffalo chicken sub with mayo, tomatoes, and bacon.

I swear, if they hadn't stopped making it at my sub shop, I might still be overweight.
 
I just had my wisdom teeth removed, so I can only eat jello and crap. So I would eat almost anything.
 
I ate lots of yellow cake once.
I could not go near port security because I was too radioactive.
13 jars of Vlassic Dill pickles later the count was below alarm limits.
 
Toilet-Bombing Heart-Molester

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Diamonds. Double bonus: In a bit people would understand when I explain why I'm studying my poop. Normally they think I'm weird.
 
Rubycon said:
I ate lots of yellow cake once.
I could not go near port security because I was too radioactive.
13 jars of Vlassic Dill pickles later the count was below alarm limits.
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I tasted them pickles for days. Sweated em. Smelled em in my boots. Was the only thing keeping me from going back for more yellow cake...them damn pickles. Well, them and the bulls.

I'd walk into a field full of flowers made of yellow cake. Giddy, dancing, stuffing my mouth with carcinogenic bliss...until the pickles showed up, winged shriekers, buzzing me like toy airplanes from hell, chasing me across the field, up, up the hill, heart like a sledgehammer...and I'd wake up, yelling, pounding, hungry, tangled in the sheets, drenched with sweat.

Sweat that smelled like pickles.
 
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