Minor Confession Thread

Jumper K Balls, you're my hero.

I just had my first bole of caption crunch in about 20 years. Yes it was better than I remembered. Yes I am going for a second one.

Yes I am now contemplating purchasing all those wonderful sugar serial's. I use to eat way back when.

logdog wrote: I forgot I had a big bowl of pickled beets last night with dinner and about had a heart attack after dropping the kids off at the pool.

Fruity Pebbles does the same thing

In reply to dean1484:

How's the roof of your mouth feeling?

The trick is to not crunch them against the roof of your mouth. Slowly create a vacuum in you mouth and the caption crunch magically self destructs. Oh and you have to get the milk ratio rite or bad things happen.

In reply to dean1484:

"He pours the milk with one hand while jamming the spoon in with the other, not wanting to waste a single moment of the magical, golden time when cold milk and Cap’n Crunch are together but have not yet begun to pollute each other’s essential natures: two Platonic ideals separated by a boundary a molecule wide. Where the flume of milk splashes over the spoon-handle, the polished stainless steel fogs with condensation. Randy of course uses whole milk, because otherwise why bother? Anything less is indistinguishable from water, and besides he thinks that the fat in whole milk acts as some kind of a buffer that retards the dissolution-into-slime process. The giant spoon goes into his mouth before the milk in the bowl has even had time to seek its own level. A few drips come off the bottom and are caught by his freshly washed goatee (still trying to find the right balance between beardedness and vulnerability, Randy has allowed one of these to grow). Randy sets the milk-pod down, grabs a fluffy napkin, lifts it to his chin, and uses a pinching motion to sort of lift the drops of milk from his whiskers rather than smashing and smearing them down into the beard. Meanwhile all his concentration is fixed on the interior of his mouth, which naturally he cannot see, but which he can imagine in three dimensions as if zooming through it in a virtual reality display. Here is where a novice would lose his cool and simply chomp down. A few of the nuggets would explode between his molars, but then his jaw would snap shut and drive all of the unshattered nuggets straight up into his palate where their armor of razor-sharp dextrose crystals would inflict massive collateral damage, turning the rest of the meal into a sort of pain-hazed death march and rendering him Novocain mute for three days. But Randy has, over time, worked out a really fiendish Cap’n Crunch eating strategy that revolves around playing the nuggets’ most deadly features against each other. The nuggets themselves are pillow-shaped and vaguely striated to echo piratical treasure chests. Now, with a flake-type of cereal, Randy’s strategy would never work. But then, Cap’n Crunch in a flake form would be suicidal madness; it would last about as long, when immersed in milk, as snowflakes sifting down into a deep fryer. No, the cereal engineers at General Mills had to find a shape that would minimize surface area, and, as some sort of compromise between the sphere that is dictated by Euclidean geometry and whatever sunken-treasure-related shapes that the cereal-aestheticians were probably clamoring for, they came up with this hard-to-pin-down striated pillow formation. The important thing, for Randy’s purposes, is that the individual pieces of Cap’n Crunch are, to a very rough approximation, shaped kind of like molars. The strategy, then, is to make the Cap’n Crunch chew itself by grinding the nuggets together in the center of the oral cavity, like stones in a lapidary tumbler. Like advanced ballroom dancing, verbal explanations (or for that matter watching videotapes) only goes so far and then your body just has to learn the moves."

SnowMongoose wrote: In reply to dean1484: How's the roof of your mouth feeling?

I call that "CrunchMouth".

logdog wrote: I forgot I had a big bowl of pickled beets last night with dinner and about had a heart attack after dropping the kids off at the pool.

Burger King had Black Cherry slushies for Halloween one year. Literally dyed jet black with food coloring. The whole family pooped in deep emerald green for the next 2 days.

I want a GTI with flappy paddles strictly for the BLAP! noise they make on upshifts.

Also, I had corrugated fries for breakfast and I put soy sauce on them instead of salt.

I drove the elky thirty miles to mow my parents yard, knowing that it is not safe to drive

i did several holeshots in my driveway last night at 9 while dialing in the carb on the Z. contemplating sweeping all the rocks off the blacktop and bolting the drag slicks on to see if i can pull the front wheels, in my driveway.

still don't like miatas.

I am 53 years old and I still like to abuse cars like I am still 16 years old.

Brake torques, neutral drops, hand brake hi-jinks, "J" turns, full acceleration at all times, heavy braking.........except I limit it to rental cars only. I guess I will not be outgrowing this "phase".

I am finding myself wanting an 8 passenger Chrysler.

Everything about them is terrible and I have no room for a car with a 13' wheelbase but just imagine being able to take 7 friends out on the town in this level of comfort and style.

You crazy cereal people need on of these.

Im supposed to be using today to get caught up on reports for work. It will make the next 2 weeks waaaay easier if I do. Instead I am watching football, browsing GRM and reading about BMWs.

I once opened a box of tampons and changed all the labels on the individual wrappers to Tampax Turbo.

I plan on eating my weight in okra while I am in Alabama this week.

I have no idea what the hell i am doing today.

I'm listening to the black angels on two different speakers. Left channel is about a 1980 advent 5002 and the other side is an ohm C3. And it sounds wonderful.

Joey

I'm seriously considering selling all my 'weird' cars and replacing them with something nondescript and fuel efficient.
(Keeping the Evo, I'm not sick of sub 20 MPGs yet)

logdog wrote: I plan on eating my weight in okra while I am in Alabama this week.

It's better while listening to "High Cotton" by Alabama. http://youtu.be/IhsbhbnKoR0

As a balding man I am envious of the great head of hair that Randy Owen still has.

http://youtu.be/V8ldpldV5mk

Duke wrote:

logdog wrote: I forgot I had a big bowl of pickled beets last night with dinner and about had a heart attack after dropping the kids off at the pool.

Burger King had Black Cherry slushies for Halloween one year. Literally dyed jet black with food coloring. The whole family pooped in deep emerald green for the next 2 days.

The Holloween Whopper is doing the same thing. Someone at Burger King has a odd sense of humor.

I informed my wife that my foxbody turns 25 on Saturday (10/10/90) build date. She then asked me when my nephew was born. I had to look at the calendar.

I don't understand ac systems.

Look for an upcoming learn me thread.