Lent is upon us...
- Thread starter Volpone
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The Question
Eternal
Probably wishing you were drunkenly masturbating.
I gave up Lent for Lent.
I gave up Lent for Lent.
Volpone
Zombie Hunter
I was contemplating doing a letter of the Law -vs- spirit and not eat meat by having lobster, oysters, and such. But later I got to thinking: I made a decent cheese omlette and there's a couple tuna things I already do but I could make a heaping tureen of tuna noodle salad to just munch on as needed. Then there's yogurt, cottage cheese, grilled cheese sammiches and tomato soup, pancakes, spaghetti. Deviled eggs. I could, conceivably give up meat for Lent next year. Then I wouldn't have to give up transexual hookers.
Volpone
Zombie Hunter
I'd think it would be the opposite, with supply & demand. I noticed less fish available in the supermarket on my last visit. Anyhow, I opted to give up booze and porn, knowing I'd fail at both. I mean, I don't "fail" outright. It's more a slow slide: "Remember, man, that thou art dust and unto dust you shall return."
I decide to give up porn. Then to limit myself to vanilla porn once a week. Pretty soon it's like "OK. No albino transexual midgets, taking a shit on a guy from a stepladder" porn.
Or I can have beer with a meal, if it is appropriate. But really, who has beer with a breakfast dish (I work nights and sometimes I feel like an egg and ham on toast (or a waffle) with hash browns when I get home)? A screwdriver is the right choice. Then it's 1 cocktail. Then it's "I won't *buy* any more booze until Easter.
The depressing side of things is, I did pretty much cut out booze for a week or so. It made me realize that I wasn't feeling terrible all the time because I was always hung over. I was feeling terrible all the time because I'm getting old.
I decide to give up porn. Then to limit myself to vanilla porn once a week. Pretty soon it's like "OK. No albino transexual midgets, taking a shit on a guy from a stepladder" porn.
Or I can have beer with a meal, if it is appropriate. But really, who has beer with a breakfast dish (I work nights and sometimes I feel like an egg and ham on toast (or a waffle) with hash browns when I get home)? A screwdriver is the right choice. Then it's 1 cocktail. Then it's "I won't *buy* any more booze until Easter.
The depressing side of things is, I did pretty much cut out booze for a week or so. It made me realize that I wasn't feeling terrible all the time because I was always hung over. I was feeling terrible all the time because I'm getting old.