Tuesday, January 29, 2008
FOOD FIGHT!!!!!
Okay, so, I've never experienced a food fight. Ever. I have three random ambitions in life. One, to take my Black Lab/Australian Shepherd puppy, whose name is Mercedes Benz, in a black Mercedes convertible; to get a black eye...I've never had a black eye despite being a very aggressive soccer player and getting 5 concussions, I've yet to have a dark circle around my eye by natural causes; and finally, to get in a full-fledged, all-out food fight. I think it would be soooo much fun to have the joy to start a food fight and then to just pummel and get pummeled with food. At my parent's house, over the years I've attempted to start food fights, but every time I've managed to not get caught until after I launch the broccoli, or piece of bread, at one of my little sisters, my parents immediately, sternly crack down (I would rebel, except I would get threatened with sleeping in the dog house and it would be enforced, unfortunately). I want a food fight :)
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I admit my surprise at your 3 ambitions. The dog in the mercedes is more graspable for me, but black eyes hurt. Though I've never had multiple concussions, so maybe my definition of "hurt" is a wussier one than yours. But food fights are just plain nasty. And depending on what was on the table when it broke out, you could get a pointy chicken bone in the throat or hot pasta sauce in your eyes. Not pleasant.
HAve you seen hook? and the scene where the lost boys have a food fight with their imaginary food thats really just colorful whippedcream? Thats how i want my food fight to go down. All creamy and colorful.
The other day my cousin was telling me about this massive food fight that went on in celebration for a friend's birthday. It was a planned food fight... but still very entertaining. They put plastic all over the walls and things to protect it and then had every kind of food possible laying out on the floor. Everyone wore old clothes that they didn't care for and then they all went at it. Sounds like a ton of fun to me!
You don't want a black eye. I swear. Once I got beamed in the eye socket by a field hockey ball, it's a little bit like a brick flying at your face. And then you get to watch each following morning for the next two weeks as your eye turns several different colors of blue and purple, all of which are less than flattering. I suggest you take that one off the list and opt to go to Italy or something!
I have the same desire for food fighting. Nothing staged...must be legit.
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