About Me:
I am the cockiest chewer. I will take down anything in two bites. I’ve choked alone in my apartment dozens of times now. One time I was gagging for my life.
Etiquette wise, these circumstances have led me to actually have to consider at what point do you pound on your neighbor’s door if your life is on the line? I mean, I don’t want to interrupt someone’s afternoon soaps for a choking false alarm. I am a captive lion not a boy who cries wolf. So far I’ve managed to get myself out of all my predicaments so I’m building up this confidence that is really probably all wrong. Why am I developing a tolerance to near-death experiences out of courtesy for Days of Our Lives’ Nielson ratings? So I’ve come up with a solution.
I can either go on living in this constant state of danger or I can start dating. I can either accept the fact that I will succumb to a large bite of toast, or put myself out there a bit more. Don’t consider it an indecent proposal, it’s more of a can-you-recognize-the-international-sign-of-choking proposal.
This is where you come into the picture. Of course we would date (hang out, whatev), fall in love, and work together to find that deep, enriching love that will mutually inspire our passions, creativity, and all that good stuff. It’s a given that I would love you, cherish you, challenge you, comfort you, take care of you when you are sick (or just grumpy), and that we would explore the world and our place in it together, but you must never lose sight that your primary purpose would be to save my life in situations where I am choking.
Bear in mind that you can use whatever method is required. You are not limited to the Heimlich maneuver, despite its almost universal endorsement by the medical establishment.
You and I would definitely have to fall in love because I need close to 24 hour supervision in this area. Without the serious levels of commitment that can only be gained through the trust and complete honesty of a monogamous relationship, we would never be able to stand spending that much time together. And God knows why, but I have actually woken up at three in the morning, stumbled into the kitchen and taken down a Tofutti Cutie in a single gulp.
So what’s up ladies? Have you ever wanted a pet boa constrictor but didn’t want to deal with feeding it rats and baby pigs? Holla back.
That is so sweet. Make sure to keep some excerpts to read when you do your vows at the wedding.
boa constrictor?
I think you may have given yourself to much credit. How about an earthworm or possibly a tape worm. Anyway you are going to catch a winner for sure.
My son has the same affliction. He’s seven months old. Whatever he sees, regardless of the size, he attempts to swallow whole.
We were just going to baby-proof the house, but maybe I should post his online profile and find him a soulmate instead.
Lion, I’m impressed. Most people go to the anonymous online dating sites, but you put your name to it. good job! I’m not a chick, but if I was I’d give you a shot! very convincing.
I remember one time I was at Costco with Dan White and Dennis Mcquiston, and we were all eating costco polish dogs, and I looked over at Dan and he was hacking on his dog, and then he puked all over his tray. It was pretty sweet, almost like peewee projectile vomitting in the cab at his bachelor party! He puked up a solid piece of polish dog that was about 3 inches long, didn’t have one bite mark in it.
anyone see stand by me? blueberry pie eating contest?
I can’t quit reading Anubis’ comment on this one. I’m afraid I pierced his heart with an arrow of love, but have left him stranded in the cold as I turn my attentions to another. Will Anubis ever find a chick as “convincing” as me? Will he ever be able to give true love another shot? Ohhhh Anubis!!!!! Forgive ME!!!