Hunger

“Dancing away my hunger pangs.  Moving my feet so my stomach won’t hurt.  I’m kind of like Jesus, but not in the sacrilegious way.”
– The Simpsons

Today, I heard about a girl who’s staging a hunger strike.  This isn’t because of the Libyan bombings; it isn’t to give women the vote and it isn’t to bring back Firefly.  No, she will eat when she’s invited to the wedding of Prince William and Whatshernuts.

Why The Face?

You’ve got to assume there’s some kind of delusional behavior going on.  I’m still trying to wrap my head around all the hooplah going on surround the impending nuptials and now this?

Maybe I should stage a hunger strike until someone agrees to marry me.

Ah, who am I kidding?  I’d never make it through the day.

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