Well, so much for my clothes fitting better, and any thoughts I had about losing weight.
Yesterday at work I participated in a munchkin-eating contest, and to cut to the chase, I ate 77 of those glazed bites of, um, air-puffed sugary cake.
Why?
I don’t know exactly.
I mean, one line of thinking was that if I could handle Old Country Buffet, how hard could it be to eat a few munchkins?
But it was fun. (And then it sort of wasn’t.)
And what may stun you is that 77 only earned me fifth place.
Yes, that’s right. The winner ate a whopping 105 munchkins — and he probably could have eaten more. Continue reading
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