coordinatorruby In reply to pacifidlog [2017-07-01 15:30:49 +0000 UTC]

That ur gay 

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coordinatorruby In reply to sexkarma [2017-06-29 22:31:03 +0000 UTC]

*scrapes off my cheese fungus onto a plate* Hungry? (;

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sexkarma In reply to coordinatorruby [2017-06-29 22:52:47 +0000 UTC]

yum

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coordinatorruby In reply to pacifidlog [2017-06-28 22:47:38 +0000 UTC]

why poptarts are ravioli

Now, the first thing you may be thinking is "what the heck is Ruby thinking? Is he off his rocker?" Yes, this may seem bizarre, but hear me out! Ingredients do not define a type of food such as ravioli. Nobody is arguing that an ice cream sandwich isn't a sandwich, are they? Or that spaghetti with anything other than marinara sauce isn't spaghetti, right? Right! So let's take a look at a ravioli.

A ravioli has a rather plain casing filled with delicious filling as well as usually a yummy sauce of some kind on top. Now, let's look at a pop tart. A pop tart consists of a rather plain casing containing some delicious filling, with a yummy topping on the top of it! The only difference is in the ingredients, and, as I've said before, ingredients don't define a ravioli. You can have all sorts of ravioli, just as you can have all sorts of sandwiches. The composition isn't what makes these foods, it's the structure. And besides a slight variation in shape, the structure of pop tart is not that different to ravioli, is it?

You may say that the size is what differentiates them, if not the ingredients. To that, is a slider not a type of burger? Sub sandwiches are still sub sandwiches, whether they're 3 feet long, or 6 inches long. You'd have to be a big hypocrite to call an ice cream sandwich a sandwich and not call a pop tart a ravioli, because whatever differentiates an ice cream sandwich from a "normal" sandwich— that is, size and ingredients— are the exact same things that differentiate ravioli from a good ol' pop tart.****

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pacifidlog In reply to coordinatorruby [2017-06-29 00:13:59 +0000 UTC]

I farted in Yoga class.  It was loud.  And I didn't die.  My heart started pounding but it did not explode.  I thought I would be devastated but I was not.  Instead something unexpected happened.   I laughed.  At first a little giggle and then a full blown belly laugh.  In fact, I laughed so hard that I farted again.  And again, and again. Embarrassing, no?  No.  No.  

I could feel people staring but I didn't care.  I thought I would care.  Feel my palms grow clammy, my chest tighten.  No.  I felt a lightness, wonder, awe.  Who knew I had so much air inside me.  My body had deflated but my spirit had inflated!   I waited for the self loathing to come.  But there was only...  Stillness.  Silence.  Then in that silence, a little voice.   I love you.  Your body is amazing.

I realized, this was why I'd come to yoga in the first place.  No, not to fart publicly.  To fart publicly and survive it.  I know, it's unladylike.   But in the depth of this indignity, I had found my greatest strength.  Here I was looking my fear in the face   And believe me, I had feared this moment.  I had played it out in my mind.   And it always ended with all the ladies around me pulling hidden rocks out of their lululemon attire and stoning me mercilessly. But not much happened. Here i was staring fear in the face and realizing...it was a bunch of hot air.  And i could release it!

I breathed in deep, so deep another loud exclamation of my new found freedom erupted from my behind.  "Excuse me," the woman behind me said.  "But could you step outside for a moment.   Some of us are trying to practice yoga..."   This should have destroyed me.  It should have sent me whimpering out of the room.  But I felt my calm breath, heard myself say:  "Excuse me,but I am practicing my fartnassanas thank you very much."

Then something amazing happened.  A little noise erupted from another corner of the room.  A few other people giggled, then laughed, and then more noises erupted.  And it was beautiful.  A symphony of fartnassanas. I was free, they were free.  And I realized in that moment...I was free of you, too.   You can't hurt me anymore.

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coordinatorruby In reply to pacifidlog [2017-06-29 01:16:25 +0000 UTC]

Ok that beats mine x300 

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