C'mon, you all know what I would do. First of all if I'm that hungry and I've had a third of it I still haven't tasted it because of how fast I'm eating and second, I can count on one hand the number of times I've upchucked (is this the more diplomatic term for puked?) on bad food. Beer, yes. I have a much more stellar history here. Food? I really can't recall.
Dad said in the military he used to get 7 minutes to eat. 7 minutes? Piece of cake ... actually three, an appetizer (say, wings), main (16 ounce ribeye), a pound of mash potatoes (actually, twice baked), a trip to the toilet, and three cokes (diet, of course). I bet I could polish the whole thing off and still have two minutes to let my food settle. Marc, perhaps you can enlighten us with the current and updated military practice on the subject.
Hey, are we still doing the Krispy Kreme challenge???
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