Me: Goooose?
Goose: What?
Me: Can I write a blog post about how you OD'd on fiber?
Goose: No!
Me: ...So I'm taking that as a yes.
Goose: NO
Me: Okay, definitely a yes.
Goose: Goddammit Scamp.
So here I am, writing about Goose ODing on fiber. It all started last night....
Mom and dad came home with groceries, including that cake I talked about yesterday, and some other things, along with Fiber 1 bars. Which look like this:
Notice that the box says "35% of your daily fiber." So if you eat one, that's 35%. If you eat two, that's 70%. Goose ate five. That's a LITTLE bit more than what he should eat in a day. Now it turns out that fiber works as a laxative. So Goose essentially poisoned himself with supposedly tasty (I haven't had one) laxative bars.
About once every hour he gets a sad/sick look on his face, yells "BERB" and runs. He's generally gone for a bit.
I would have to say this is the most embarrassing way to give yourself the shits ever. Poor Goose.
Oh, and on another note, I'm playing a new flash game. I don't know whether to love it or hate it. Based on gameplay, it's pretty good, though that's not what I'm basing it on. Here's it's good point:
It's steampunky. The entire decor of the game is gears and shit and it's very visually pleasing.
UNTIL
UNTIL MY EYES GET RAPED WITH COMIC SANS.
When will people learn that this is THE worst font ever? When will they stop using it?
Every time there's a cut scene or someone tells me the task I need to do, COMIC FUCKING SANS. NOT OKAY.
So here's an idea for you, courtesy of Cyanide and Happiness:
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