I fucking love food
Sunday, October 4th, 2009if anyone compares this to some kinda Cathy comic, I’ll fucking kick their dick off
if anyone compares this to some kinda Cathy comic, I’ll fucking kick their dick off
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October 4th, 2009 at 7:16 pm
Talking food. In and of itself, a fart joke. It used to be a joke in my family that farting was how butts voiced their opinions. Especially when something was funny enough to evoke a flatulent approval. We know it’s funny if it made you fart.
October 4th, 2009 at 7:17 pm
whoa. me too!
October 4th, 2009 at 7:35 pm
Haha I love the Indian food part the best.
October 4th, 2009 at 7:42 pm
Ack!
October 4th, 2009 at 7:51 pm
Nothing like cold cereal to satisfy the munchies.
October 4th, 2009 at 8:09 pm
ACK!
I wasn’t using my dick anyhow.
October 4th, 2009 at 8:32 pm
I went to a party today where they had an enormous bowl full of little individually wrapped Kit-Kats and Reeses Cups and, long story short, I now way 500 pounds.
October 4th, 2009 at 8:46 pm
I have the same conversation with my indian food.
October 4th, 2009 at 9:52 pm
Food and regret are two things that should never happen together. Regret should be for other things, like relationships, the occasional one night stand and being born.
October 4th, 2009 at 10:45 pm
you put a licorice rope in the title. what’re we talking here? red vines or something else?
October 4th, 2009 at 11:29 pm
I am a bottomless chips and salsa/queso pit. I’m embarrassing to watch at Mexican restaurants. It’s like I totally forget that I ordered an entree…. Oh, and those bags of clementines. I could stand by the trashcan peeling and eating them all.
October 4th, 2009 at 11:30 pm
I feel like this comic is about me.
October 4th, 2009 at 11:51 pm
my food vices:
coffee ice cream
indian food
granola
mashed potatoes
popcorn
I feel ya.
October 5th, 2009 at 12:30 am
You ever come close to me in Michigan and I’ll make you some Polish food. Then you can truely fart yourself awake.
October 5th, 2009 at 12:49 am
I would love to have a popcorn eating contest cause i would kick your ass. and what if my dick has already been kicked off?
October 5th, 2009 at 1:27 am
Cathy? Har! Hey- a Cathy spoof comic sounds like a fine idea actually…
October 5th, 2009 at 1:41 am
Bacon pieces, cubed potato, cajun spices, baked. When nearly done, add some cheese to melt through. That was my dinner, now I might have some ice cream.
October 5th, 2009 at 8:15 am
I’ve never been able to make myself like Indian food. I just don’t see how people can stomach that crap.
October 5th, 2009 at 8:47 am
Is there a way you can make that tiny, upset french fry some sort of recurring character? I love that little guy.
October 5th, 2009 at 10:28 am
mmm…Indian food!
You ought to try and get your local eatery to whip you up one of these!
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Balti_%28food%29
October 5th, 2009 at 10:49 am
Good bread with good butter
Any kind of berry
Cheesecake
CHEESE
CHEESE
CHEESE
October 5th, 2009 at 11:06 am
I never realised how good it is to read about people enjoying food.
Because I moved to Korea, I’ve been forced to develop my own new compulsive diet in the last three months. So far I am wholly addicted to dumplings. They call to me when I cycle home from work, and I can’t buy one packet when I know I can pour two boxes of them together and still get a decent drenching from a single pouch of soya sauce.
It isn’t the same though, there comes a point when your body can imbibe no more half-cooked dough, and you hit that wall I’ve heard runners talk about.
October 5th, 2009 at 11:32 am
Please, please!
October 5th, 2009 at 11:49 am
I eat a large bowl of popcorn almost every day. I’m talking half a cup of unpopped kernels, popped on the stove in olive oil. It’s a disease.
October 5th, 2009 at 11:58 am
u genious! i looove u!
October 5th, 2009 at 12:26 pm
I blame the following:
Pizza Rolls
White Castle hamburgers
Tacos
Chips + Salsa
Doritos
French Fries
October 5th, 2009 at 12:51 pm
Had a good weekend of feeling like a dick, so I’ll apologize here for my comment last time that got removed. In hindsight, you are right and what I said came across as a dicky thing to say. I meant it in jest, because of the smilie, but I could have and should have said it better. I am sorry. To Meghan for the mistake, and to you for forcing your hand like that.
My favorite food that I can’t help but eat too much? Marshmellows. Everyone else already said essentially what I enjoy, but marshmellows got no love. Love some marshmellows. Mouth love them. Ha!
October 5th, 2009 at 1:39 pm
I try to make food on the weekend so I have something to take with me to work. Usually it’s something Cuban, because that’s what I am, and we tend to make tasty, one-pot type stuff, like ropa vieja or picadillo, or plain ol’ black beans n’ rice. Unfortunately, because it’s delicious, and because Oregon has the greatest herb in the universe, I eat it all on Monday.
October 5th, 2009 at 1:53 pm
One day imma grow up and marry a Julia Wertz of the world.
October 5th, 2009 at 4:45 pm
Oh, Grim. I bet you’re old enough to realize you won’t.
How about complimentary bread with the butter and jam? They leave little reason to actually order things off the menu. And I wonder why alcohol wasn’t on the list… Julia?
October 5th, 2009 at 5:01 pm
hehehe, kick their dick off… talk about blunt force trauma…
October 5th, 2009 at 5:22 pm
mmmmmm naan and curry…..
damn I need to get back to the bay area….
October 5th, 2009 at 6:41 pm
People buy food, wearing it snuggly about their posterior, but nobody buys Alcohol.
They rent it.
October 5th, 2009 at 7:23 pm
Tacos, BLT’s
October 5th, 2009 at 7:35 pm
Wow frank way to make me look in the mirror asshole! Fuck that I’m not growing up. I’m not old.
October 5th, 2009 at 8:51 pm
mmmmmm cardboard
October 5th, 2009 at 9:07 pm
HehHeh - good comic!
…wait… No chocolate or coffee icecream? wtf?!
Oh, that’s my addiction(s).
October 6th, 2009 at 1:15 am
chips, triscuits, cubes of cheese, hummus
October 6th, 2009 at 2:28 am
I’m munching on a bag of grated cheese (the contents, not the actual bag); that and alcohol (bourbon & coke [barrel51]) are my dinner. That and a mini cigar I’m about to go light up, nothing quite like cancer for dinner.
October 6th, 2009 at 6:28 am
id say beer is a food.
October 6th, 2009 at 7:30 am
chocolate and ice cream…pffft, what do you think I am, a girl?
October 6th, 2009 at 7:42 am
The thought never crossed my lap.
October 6th, 2009 at 7:42 am
*mind
October 6th, 2009 at 10:14 am
tit juice!! Haha, My 2 month old son is super addicted to it and he is always on the flatulent express.
October 6th, 2009 at 2:23 pm
“if anyone compares this to some kinda Cathy comic, I’ll fucking kick their dick off”
That’s SO Cathy…
October 7th, 2009 at 6:28 am
Wait, why is it okay for girls to compare the comic to Cathy? That is gender discrimination! I won’t sit for it! It just doesn’t stand well with me.
I’m so clever I just puked my pants. Hopefully I don’t. That could make somebody poop all over their shirt.
I think it’d be a great idea for me to shut up now.
October 8th, 2009 at 11:05 am
You fucking love food whereas some people love fucking food. I also love syntax, without which the distinction would never be made clear.
October 9th, 2009 at 1:28 am
Oh, man! Gettin’ stuffed on exotic food and fartin’ yourself awake rocks! Did it over the weekend with some roach-coach Thai; doin’ it tonight with some questionable Korean. Be-bim-bop! Kim-chee! Whoo! Suckas!
April 13th, 2010 at 11:27 am
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