I woke up feeling fantastic! First shit was.... interesting, but otherwise not feeling bad at all.
I think if there was more peer pressure I could have done better than an even dozen. Joe exceeded all expectations.
You beat me on "hardcore mode" oranges consumed. I got to ten and realized that heeding the signals of my wracked body would be a good idea if I didn't want a LOT of nasty clean-up on my.. uh everything.
"Winnar" of hardcore belt goes to Q.G should none object. I couldn't have pushed as hard without the company and taunting. Fact!
I'm feeling better now, but found it best to skip the overtime shift I leveraged my boss to let me "volunteer" for. There will be plenty of THAT this next week.
I felt the very strong need to do something pointless and stupid.
Sure, we all do. That's why we have feuds. Anyways, you can always go alley-blasting, or picking up women in Sheboygan. There's no need to shove a quart or so of citric acid into your digestive tract.
Yes, but in my defense, while acknowledging my position indefensible:
1 No orange-related STDs have as yet been identified by Science, easy 'Sconsin poon has. A lot.
2 I've lived a life of measured caution and reasonability for some time now and letting loose was very good for me. (Despite occasional digestive gas bubbles I too woke feeling great emotionally)
3 I had a series of visions and story seeds roll through my mind that simply wouldn't have occurred had I not. Plus getting my Wiz on symbolically all over corporeal reality without badly freaking out the normals was nice.
4 I wasn't aware of some of the details before I jumped up and challenged Cramulus. I'd made the decision to do it at about pg 10 when Cram posted a very cool looking meme collage he'd made about "the return of Eris" or some such and said he was Cramulus "I guess.." Thought I'd check his Jimmies, Eris practically demanded it, but I was already on it. Results indicate possibility of no Jimmies. Further testing seems redundant at this point.
5 When I'd completed the thread I realized that it was going to be hard and in no way pleasant, but it would be fun and well honor Nigel's pain, and I'd already thrown down the gauntlet. I devised a strategy, and it worked.
In a way it was worth every bit of the trouble, but I'm not inclined to ever eat an orange willingly again. I also won't complain or shy away by preference. In I way I consider the occasion as getting "patched in" to the Ontological Motorcycle gang of minds here. My neurons will now always notice oranges and so this has value because I can smile about how stupid it was and send One up in regards to Nigel's lost son.
I don't have any tats on my body but what God and Nature have left as scars and some very interesting birthmarks. If there is a soul I hope it's got one now, if not my neurons will remember until I do in fact stop living. Every orange a memento mori.
Attached pic contains the quote that cemented the decision. I don't mean to babble on. I just needed to clarify my motives to myself as much as you and the board sir.
