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I was bored. This led to hunger.
My stomach rumbled, as I lay slouched on the settee, watching what I can slightly remember as 'The Simpsons'. Apu made me laugh. So did Homer, with his "do'hs" and "don(u)'ts". Bart still up to his usual schemes. This was entertaining, but not for my digestive cravings.
My body was talking to me. "Feed me. Feed me." It was a continuous zombie-like mumbling. It drove me mad, so I decided to rebel. I pointed my thoughts to other things, like playing football, skydiving and bungee jumping. For a second, I thought I was cured from the needless possession to consume ready-made goods, but I realised I was just kidding myself once I drooled over a Crunchie advert.
My stomach continued to give vocal signals. But I knew, this was just the boredom talking, for I did not need to eat. My body felt refreshed, but my mind was telling me otherwise. It was a period of utter confusion. I wanted out.
The next thing I knew, I was off the settee and playing with Snake (quite the contrary to your initial thought). I felt tense, sneaking about, dodging cameras and all sorts. No thought of food in... thought(sight?). Then, temptation struck once more as Raven suddenly turned to face camera(me). I sat, shocked, as he stood in the submarine bunker with a chocolate gateau in his right hand and spoke with desperation, to sell his product. The cheesiness of his grin was enough. I hurriedly switched things off, followed by a distressed yell.
"Why won't you let me be you demons of gluttony?!"
Moments passed. It was to be a new beginning, a new game. It seemed to take so long just to insert MOH: Frontline, but I resulted victorious. I played with tenace, a trigger-happy player, enemy corpses everywhere. I felt good, not hungry, just good. Still stealth played its part. I snuck round the next corner, spotted two enemy troops positioned beside a huge target wall, but I could not picture clearly what they were doing. I moved closer. Still not clear. Closer...closer. They now appeared to be sitting down... with a bowl in one hand and a spoon in the other. "Oh I could do with some food right now.."
Snap out of it!
This is merely deceit on your behalf - I told myself.
I could not. Things were switched off once more, this time with no screaming to follow. I sat there, head in hands, wondering what to do. Suddenly..."gulp!" I looked beside me and my PS2 was gone. The instant I lost control and, my PS2 was gone. I kicked myself, hard. My stomach churned, hard. It seemed the body doesn't work well with electrical components. Static electricity made me jitter and twitch. I was distraught because of my actions, but I couldn't help, but wonder what the waste product would be like.
...
Something happened, and my eyes opened. I found myself slouched on the couch once again, only this time Star Trek was on. I rushed upstairs, and oh yes, my PS2 was still in tact. Oh yeah, and so was my body.
Cheers
My stomach rumbled, as I lay slouched on the settee, watching what I can slightly remember as 'The Simpsons'. Apu made me laugh. So did Homer, with his "do'hs" and "don(u)'ts". Bart still up to his usual schemes. This was entertaining, but not for my digestive cravings.
My body was talking to me. "Feed me. Feed me." It was a continuous zombie-like mumbling. It drove me mad, so I decided to rebel. I pointed my thoughts to other things, like playing football, skydiving and bungee jumping. For a second, I thought I was cured from the needless possession to consume ready-made goods, but I realised I was just kidding myself once I drooled over a Crunchie advert.
My stomach continued to give vocal signals. But I knew, this was just the boredom talking, for I did not need to eat. My body felt refreshed, but my mind was telling me otherwise. It was a period of utter confusion. I wanted out.
The next thing I knew, I was off the settee and playing with Snake (quite the contrary to your initial thought). I felt tense, sneaking about, dodging cameras and all sorts. No thought of food in... thought(sight?). Then, temptation struck once more as Raven suddenly turned to face camera(me). I sat, shocked, as he stood in the submarine bunker with a chocolate gateau in his right hand and spoke with desperation, to sell his product. The cheesiness of his grin was enough. I hurriedly switched things off, followed by a distressed yell.
"Why won't you let me be you demons of gluttony?!"
Moments passed. It was to be a new beginning, a new game. It seemed to take so long just to insert MOH: Frontline, but I resulted victorious. I played with tenace, a trigger-happy player, enemy corpses everywhere. I felt good, not hungry, just good. Still stealth played its part. I snuck round the next corner, spotted two enemy troops positioned beside a huge target wall, but I could not picture clearly what they were doing. I moved closer. Still not clear. Closer...closer. They now appeared to be sitting down... with a bowl in one hand and a spoon in the other. "Oh I could do with some food right now.."
Snap out of it!
This is merely deceit on your behalf - I told myself.
I could not. Things were switched off once more, this time with no screaming to follow. I sat there, head in hands, wondering what to do. Suddenly..."gulp!" I looked beside me and my PS2 was gone. The instant I lost control and, my PS2 was gone. I kicked myself, hard. My stomach churned, hard. It seemed the body doesn't work well with electrical components. Static electricity made me jitter and twitch. I was distraught because of my actions, but I couldn't help, but wonder what the waste product would be like.
...
Something happened, and my eyes opened. I found myself slouched on the couch once again, only this time Star Trek was on. I rushed upstairs, and oh yes, my PS2 was still in tact. Oh yeah, and so was my body.
Cheers
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I don't know about PS2s, but it is deffinetely possible to eat Gamecube memory cards. Oh yes.
That's nothing I ate a whole apple. :)
You ate a PS2? Phfft I ate a whole block of cheese.
:-D
:-D
Just looking at the title of this thread caused me to burst out into un-controllable fits of laughter.
:D
:D
Erm...
...interesting!
...interesting!
tekken.liz wrote:
> mmm... microchips...!
Yes?
> mmm... microchips...!
Yes?
AfroJoe wrote:
> That's nothing.
>
> I ate my bed.
Thought it were a wheelbarrow.
:-D
> That's nothing.
>
> I ate my bed.
Thought it were a wheelbarrow.
:-D
mmm... microchips...!
That's nothing.
I ate my bed.
I ate my bed.
did it taste good?
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