I have at times contemplated eating 10,000 calories worth of food on Super Bowl Sunday as a tribute to American hedonism.
But do you think I could even make it halfway there without feeling like absolute shit? And would it make for a good/amusing premise for something, to just gorge oneself on this day?
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Assassin poems, Poems that shoot
guns. Poems that wrestle cops into alleys
and take their weapons leaving them dead
...is this like the curse of Being A Couple For Several Years or something?
Being in motion constantly is pretty unusual, and professional swimming is indeed serious cardio.