In response to the huge waffle, smeared with peanut butter and syrup, sitting in front of me:
"There's no way I'll be able to finish this."
Sandra, in response to my doubts of possible consumption:
"Oh come on Michael. If you don't eat it you're not a man."
Sarcastic response, in response to Sandra's intimidation:
"Yeah Sandy. Like my masculinity comes from eating a waffle. Please."
Proceed, over the next ten minutes, to suffer through the Herculean task of... eating a waffle... to prove... I don't know what.
My stomachs response:
Not smart Michael. Not smart at all.
9 comments:
i know just what you mean! :)
i would have ate the waffle.
It was sweet action.
I think you are a man if you ate the waffle or not. I mean, look at all chest shots of you on this website. Who would question?!
hahahahahaha... sweet action.
At this point in the year, with my meal trades deplealted, if I found a giant waffle in front of me I would eat it all and then ask for seconds...which I would smuggle back to my room for later.
I KNOW!!! Despite my somewhat immasculating appetite the abundance of chest shots should erase any doubts of my masculinity. Next week I'm going to take shots of me chopping wood and working on a muscle car. Mmmmm boy.
I'm partial to pancakes myself, but if there were a waffle in front of me, I dont think i would push it away, good choice.
I used to like pancakes more, but the waffle is a meal in itself, making it not only more filling but more practical. Also the dining hall ONLY serves waffles. Sigh.
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