Yesterday was the fifth day of rain in a row. Six days ago there was almost sun. Almost. And before that there was more rain. With other words, there wasn’t much to do other than shopping for stuff I don’t need online.
I considered buying a treadmill. Then I remembered that I don’t really like running. I’d run if I was being chased by something. Like a bear or Tony Blair. Luckily that hasn’t happened yet. So I ordered one of those machines that deep-fry things. ‘Cause that’s almost the same thing, right? Yay.
I’m wondering what sort of things I can deep-fry. You have the standard choices like pork, chickens or a nice banana, but I enjoy trying out new things. Maybe chocolates. Or my stuffed bear. The little, ugly one that I won at a carnival, not the one that actually like. Or maybe the guy in the booth where I won the little ugly bear. Hey, if I fry an actuall bear, that’ll piss it off and it’ll chase me. Then it’ll be as if I did buy a treadmill.
See? I’m brilliant.
17 comments:
Deep Fryers are a an excellent workout...pouring the oil in, lifting the fried foot up and away...cleaning out the old oil, cleaning the fryer, lifting and chewing the fried food, cleaning up the paper plates, taking the trash out...You are going to be buffed up before you know it...deep fried oreo cookies ...Yeah
oh, and fried "Foot" was a mistake I'm sure I'll pay for in that last comment..."Fried Food" damn it!!
When I need exercise I just throw a rock at a wasps nest ;)
Seems like a lot of trouble just for a workout...
But experiments in frying could be very interesting all things considered.
O0O0O the sun is unbearable over here, but I enjoy it lol.
And yet again, we are reminded that just like the treadmill and deep fryer, life is a circle.
Oh, you can deep fry anything: Twinkies, Ding Dongs, Ho Hos, Coca-Cola, Burritos, Pickles, Your Hand.
What you have is your only limit.
Humm deep fried teddy bear, sounds rather neat, kind of like a zen thing. Opens up all sorts of interesting possibilities. Deep fried pets, whinny children, nosey neighbours etc. ;o)
I just started using the treadmill. It's too bad I can't surf the net at the same time, or I'd be on it all night.
Then again, I was laughing my ass off just now, so I probably would have fallen off.
Is this like a Fry Daddy thing? I have friends who make a food called "poppers" in theirs...basically, there's a whole subsection of the grocery store that's frozen breaded stuff...and it all tastes better when deep fried.
But do start with the bear, won't you? Or Tony Blair? He's got free time to take a dip now.
Count yourself lucky with the rain. Minnesota looks like the Sahara desert.
Tag! You're it in my blog...
Choochoo, only you can connect tread mills and fried bears in one breath! You're a genius. :p
Deep fryers are tools of the devil! Get rid of it!
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Yup, brilliant is the word :)
I like treadmills, but they make for ugly furniture, so instead I go to this place where the guy collects them. I swear, he has like 50 of them, and he lets us use them for a nominal monthly fee, plus he throws in big mirrors and little lockersand top 40s tunes. It's great.
Tom - put your deep fried foot in your mouth, did ya? :P
Hammer - I'd love to watch you work out some time. You should tape that.
Jazz - work outs are generally troublesome. I think that might be the point.
Nefty - rub it in, why don't ya:)
Furiousball - as long as it's not a black hole. And no, I don't know what I meant by that.
Ticknart - hmmm... haaand.... mmmmm
Big brother - yeah, it's like oily philosophy.
Freak magnet - and you'd probably need your ass for later.
Jocelyn - maybe a Blair/Bush combo. People would probably pay good money for that. It would be more populare than, say, the fingerbones from saints or bits from the cross.
Sornie - I'll put out a bucket and send it your way.
Jazz - ooooh:)
Irene - that's what I keep telling people, but will they listen to me? Noooooooo.
Evil spock - maybe I'm the devil. Did you ever think of that? Huh? Huh?
Big brother again - Oooh, an award. I luves awards. Hurray! I shall now take two minutes to sit and feel my ego swell.
Jay - if he has 50, would you nick me one? Not that I'd use it, but it might make me look more overtly sporty.
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