Bread Cubes
I have a real problem... I'm addicted to bread, yes bread.
I don't know what it is about bread but it seems like I have to have it at least 3, sometimes 7 times per day.
I don't eat it... it makes me have uncontrollable bowel movements.
there's no way that I could sit through hours and hours of that.
But, I like to tear the bread up into pieces about the size of a quarter and carry them around in my pockets. I also like to think of names for each little piece.
I once had a homeless person ask me for some food and when I knowingly had the bread in my pocket... I LIED.
I told him that I didn't have any food for him and I suggested that he get a job or claim that he's crazy and turn himself into an institution. ( that way he'd at least get free room and board.)
Then a bunch of geese started following me trying to steal my little friends out of my pockets, so I fled for our lives.
Confession of unknown origin at grouphug.us
posted by Beo @ 8:56 AM
4 Comments:
The human body develops an addiction to complex carbs-like those in bread, just like you get hooked on the nicotine in cigarettes
But MV, this guy dosen't eat the bread. In fear of uncontrollable bowel movements. He/She just likes to name the pieces, and walk around with them in his/her pockets.
Maybe an antisocial disorder?
for christs sake beo....i thought this was actually one of your confessions. I thought you'd really lost it. Auntie M tells me that you recently entered something. Give me a call, let me know. I've got big news too.
Sorry E, that's the effect I wanted though.:)
I'm going to be posting about that real soon. I'm way to busy for a 27 yr old guy. I'll give you a call.:)
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