i'm not even mad...that's amazing!

So I found out this evening that JPo likes to eat entire blocks of cheese. That's cool, if you're into that sort of thing.

The revelation got me to thinking, though. I've consumed my fair share of inedibles in my day:

The Bowl of Salsa at El Matador: This one earned me a whole $2. Hey, in junior high, that's a lot of money. Well, maybe not.

The Hot Dog Contest: I didn't earn any money, and I certainly didn't win the contest, but hey, I did get to puke on the Historic Denton County Courthouse lawn, and nobody got mad about it.

The Sugar: If someone tells me they doubt me, that just makes me want to do it more. Very adultish. Nevertheless, I gleaned this lesson from that experience -- it's best to unwrap the sugar packets first. Especially when you're asked to down ten of them.

The Cigarette Box: Fast forward to first year of law school. They doubted me again, so I had to prove them wrong. I got $6 for eating it. I would have earned $10 if I hadn't taken the cellophane off first (and of course the box was empty). I still missed my morning classes the next day. I said it then, and I still believe it: The problem wasn't the cardboard, it was the ink. That's my theory and I'm sticking to it.

Three Straight Meals at Chiyos: Since lunch yesterday, my only meals have been Chicken Pad Thai from the little hot'n'spicy joint down the street from the office. I'm beginning to think this was a bad idea.