Final Count: 9
August 8th, 2007
“I’m about to have a contest over here.”
“What?”
“A contest to see how many grapes I can fit in my mouth.”
“Wow.”
“Do you want to take pictures?”
“My camera is out of batteries. Dang.”
(Unintelligible noises coming from the man who has now filled his oral cavity with copious amounts of large green grapes.)
“It’s all fun and games until you choke on a grape.”
(More unintelligible noises.)
“What? I can’t understand you, but I’m telling you right now that I’m going to stop laughing if I have to come over there and perform the Heimlich.”
My first smile of the day….
9?
I could totally do at least 10!
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Haha. I can’t do more than one! Seriously. I have a really bizarre “extra food in my mouth, equals choking and me dying” phobia. Ever since I nearly choked on an after-dinner mint, and literally had to have someone heimlich me, I can’t do extra food in my mouth. And throwing food in the air and catching it? Not a chance.
Ha ha - awesome!
Jason and I once had a contest to see how many marshmallows we could fit into our mouths. That man is like a squirrel.
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Chubby Bunny! Did you ever play that game?
I love that it’s a contest, with only one contestant! Or is it him against the grapes?
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I love you for pointing that out. It was! him against the grapes, indeed. Or so he likes to tell himself.
Man vs. Grape: The Final Showdown. I can see it. In lights.
Ah! Nothing says love like a good Heimlich. And by the way, this is totally non sequitur, but in response to a question you asked me a while back, yes, I have seen Eulogy and it’s fanfuckingtastic. Must. See. Again.
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Yessss. I knew! you would have seen it. Add that to the already long list of Reasons You Are Rad. “It’s a compound-compliment” is probably one of my favorite lines of all-time. Oh, how I could watch that movie endlessly. And, well, probably have.
This should be an Olympic event. Seriously. I would be more inclined to watch the Olympics if it were.
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Ditto, that. Admittedly, I only watch the Olympics for the diving, and swimming. AMAZING, that.
That’s love right there. To stop laughing and save his life? Pure love.
Men can be such 12 year old boys at times. But the question is-Did he open his mouth and show you how many he had?