Things I would do to avoid having another bowl of soup placed in front of me:
- Sell virtually any organ on the black market, except for my eyes (I would like to be able to cry tears of joy when I do not see sopa in front of me).
- Swim in shark-infested waters with an open wound.
- Go skydiving with a faulty parachute.
- Live in Mexico.
- Teach kindergarteners- as a career.
- Know the “It’s Always Sunny in Philadelphia” episode where Sweet Dee and Charley think they have become cannibals? Yeah, that’s looking like a viable option.
- Run with scissors.
- Watch an “Everybody Loves Raymond” marathon, or even just one episode.
- Become a matador.
- Sell my first-born child.
- Wrestle an alligator.
Think its not that bad? Imagine having Ramen noodles placed in front of you for dinner one night (after a week straight of soup), literally gagging on it... then the next day have lentil soup for lunch and more noodles for dinner. And now, I go out for tapas.
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