Thursday, April 14, 2005
I Can Count to 10 on my Fingers
Ok, enough already people. I just heard on the news about a lady in Vegas that says she has an unaccounted for finger out there somewhere in the world and wants DNA tests run on the Wendy's chili finger to see if it's hers. It's just sick. I have a hard time believing that a finger was even actually in the chili before the lady starting eating it. And assuming it was in there, wouldn't you notice it on the spoon before putting it in your mouth? I mean c'mon! The flimsy plastic spoons aren't THAT big to accomodate half a finger - and wouldn't you notice the extra weight when lifted from the bowl? If everyone could just do me a favor and count your own fingers to make sure you have what you're supposed to have (I happen to still have all 10, some of you may have fewer, whatever), and then just keep them to yourselves, we'll all live happily ever after. And we'll stop getting utterly grossed out by hearing about them on the news every few days. Thaaaanks.
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My digits are also accounted for-thanks for the reminder to keep track,though.
The finger in the chili reminds me of that movie "The Hitcher" where C. Thomas Howell is eating french fries and he picks one up and almost eats it and then realizes it's a finger. Ew. Now that I've sufficiently grossed all of us out I will go throw up.
Well I find this post kind of offensive. I lost my hand in a freak paper jam accident at work and well they call me "Stumy".
Just kidding ;)
Dang! Meant "Stumpy"
I emailed that stuff to you Kara, about putting links and pictures on your blog.
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