Atlanteax
10-14-2010, 02:39 PM
This was absolutely hysterical...
http://hyperboleandahalf.blogspot.com/2010/10/god-of-cake.html
Gonna quote portions and link some pictures =)
But my mom knew that it was extremely important to keep the cake away from me because she knew that if I was allowed even a tiny amount of sugar, not only would I become intensely hyperactive, but the entire scope of my existence would funnel down to the singular goal of obtaining and ingesting more sugar. My need for sugar would become so massive, that it would collapse in upon itself and create a vacuum into which even more sugar would be drawn until all the world had been stripped of sweetness.
http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D_Z-D2tzi14/TLSohfsCLcI/AAAAAAAAD64/RzznRngzHrc/s400/marshmallow30.png
http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D_Z-D2tzi14/TLT2bSprcdI/AAAAAAAAD9M/6v6AJVGNyxw/s400/Picture+6.png
I ate the entire cake. At one point, I remember becoming aware of the oppressive fullness building inside of me, but I kept eating out of a combination of spite and stubbornness. No one could tell me not to eat an entire cake - not my mom, not Santa, not God - no one. I would eat cake whenever I damn well pleased. It was my cake and everyone else could go fuck themselves.
http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D_Z-D2tzi14/TLSebGqpG4I/AAAAAAAAD6g/XiZWCHlNBk0/s400/marshmallow25.png
http://hyperboleandahalf.blogspot.com/2010/10/god-of-cake.html
Gonna quote portions and link some pictures =)
But my mom knew that it was extremely important to keep the cake away from me because she knew that if I was allowed even a tiny amount of sugar, not only would I become intensely hyperactive, but the entire scope of my existence would funnel down to the singular goal of obtaining and ingesting more sugar. My need for sugar would become so massive, that it would collapse in upon itself and create a vacuum into which even more sugar would be drawn until all the world had been stripped of sweetness.
http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D_Z-D2tzi14/TLSohfsCLcI/AAAAAAAAD64/RzznRngzHrc/s400/marshmallow30.png
http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D_Z-D2tzi14/TLT2bSprcdI/AAAAAAAAD9M/6v6AJVGNyxw/s400/Picture+6.png
I ate the entire cake. At one point, I remember becoming aware of the oppressive fullness building inside of me, but I kept eating out of a combination of spite and stubbornness. No one could tell me not to eat an entire cake - not my mom, not Santa, not God - no one. I would eat cake whenever I damn well pleased. It was my cake and everyone else could go fuck themselves.
http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D_Z-D2tzi14/TLSebGqpG4I/AAAAAAAAD6g/XiZWCHlNBk0/s400/marshmallow25.png