The vending machine at work is broken. I have mixed feelings about this technical malfunction. On one hand, it stopped me from buying that 3 Musketeers bar I wanted this afternoon. On the other hand, I really wanted that 3 Musketeers bar. And if I had another hand it would be holding a baseball bat and smashing in the glass on that vending machine. Good thing I didn’t grow up next to a nuclear power plant, eh? Three arms would be very handy (heh), but where would I buy my clothes? Honestly, I don’t get food cravings that much anymore, but we all have moments of weakness and low-blood-sugar-induced vandalism sprees, right? Anyone remember if the Twinkie defense actually worked?
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Lainey says
January 27, 2006 at 10:06 amJust think, if you had three arms, how much and how quickly would you be able to eat? Mental imagery overload!
Loving your work. Lainey x
Miz Robyn says
January 27, 2006 at 11:31 amIf you had a third arm, you’d just tuck it under your shirt so that when you took it out (to smash the vending machine, for instance), people would be all amazed and wouldn’t even notice the vending-machine smashing.
Or I suppose you could get a tailor to make you a special third sleeve on all your shirts? :)
Andrea says
January 27, 2006 at 1:18 pmmoments of weakness are my worst quality. I think I started out the day by eating one of those pop and fresh cinnamon bun thingies. Oh well. I know I am headed to the gym in a bit. Sometimes I take technical glitches as a sign from above. Keeping me from destroying myself- one reeces pieces at a time!!
Hilly says
January 27, 2006 at 1:30 pmTwinkie defense totally works ;)
It’s one of those blessings in disguise but I hate that feeling of low blood sugar too…ick!
kathryn says
January 27, 2006 at 7:41 pmJust think how much that third arm would weigh!
Ann-Charlotte says
January 29, 2006 at 2:49 amWe have a vending machine in the basement at work and the guy who stocks it doesn’t fill it with particularly yummy stuff really so I’m not too tempted. Thank goodness. He better keep up the poor choice of sweets! :D The machine also sells sodas, and it’s always a gamble to see if the not-so-bright refiller guy has actually put Diet Coke in the slot that says Diet Coke. I guess he’s learned his lesson now after several outraged complaints from me! ;)
I think you’ll do just fine without that extra arm, and without that 3 Musketeers bar. ;)