Friday, April 15, 2005
now to some serius talk crap lubbiffied explanations with exquitely detailed descriptions .
topic for today : a bowl of noodles
actually i didnt eat a bowl of noodles . its just some crap that i lke to brew in my creative and imaginative squishy and maze looking brain .the seed of my skull. ok now.
a bowl of noodles worst nightmare is to get gobbled down by me. as u can see ,firstly im armed with two long things ,which are either made of plastice or carved out from trees . i cant remember wad they are called i think its topchiks . ok, so u see i use the chopsticks to pinch the noodles out of the bowl . not onlt would the noodles feel pain from me pinching them they would experience hypothermia .as u see noodles live in lakes of steaming liquids and when they are taken out of their comfort zone ,they dont hv enuf time to adapt to our humanly environment because due to the big temperature range.
then ,the pinched noodles wood meet the nashing gates of my digestive system, my teeth. the severed noodles would then walk down my red carpet and down in to a seemingly bottomless pit. keplop . tt wld be the sound when they plunge in to my stomach .the poor noodles scream for help as they notice tt they are growing thinner due to hydrochloric acid (HCl),ph value 4,corroding their delicate and spineless bodies .
now with their almost disintegrated bodies ,they crawl along this long tunnel known as the small intestines . as they crawl through the dark tunnel ,with no sense of direction ,they feel weaker and weaker as nutrients are abosorbed through the walls of the cursed passage . they come to a point where there are two routes ,the appendix and the foul human sewage system .
although the noodles dont hv brains they choose the correct route .the big intestines. with a longing of freedom surging through their forsaken bodies, the noodles push on. they notice tt they hv started turning brown and soon meet up with other remnants tt hv obtained the same fate .battlecries of freedom are shouted .siphoning all their strength the noodles and other things like fishballs, chicken legs etc, push forward , forward and forward . sadly, they fell short of the glory of
eternal bliss , they all perished inches from the gates of food heaven . and the next day , i run to my toilet and slam shut the door..
tts why all bowls of noodles fear me , afraid to accept the dreadful fate in this realm of the edible ones.
<> ok now rate this post upon 10 .
6:35 PM