Sunday, May 2, 2010

Bloggaday 77 – My battle with PPM

Bloggaday 77 – My battle with PPM

Oi, I’m starting to think that Chuck E. Cheese is an evil place. I go with my niece and nephew from time to time, and every time I go, the place tries to kill me by rupturing my stomach. That damn rat pins me down while the Italian crams food down my throat, because, you know, I wouldn’t overeat on my own volition.
It’s not that I’ll just sit down and cram all of the food in. I’ll eat; probably a little more than I need, but then I’ll eat more here and there for the rest of the time I’m there. That all leads to post-pizza misery, or PPM for short.
I like to think I have relatively good self-control when it comes to food, but not so much when it comes to pizza. Pizza is one of the few things that I will quite literally gorge myself on. Now my use of “pizza” has the assumed inclusion of breadsticks in it. While Chuck E. Cheese is the only place where I contract PPM, it is mainly due to their breadsticks.
Don’t get me wrong, if they aren’t skimping out on the cheese, their pizza is really good, but their breadsticks are something else. Combine that with the rarity in which I eat it, and the typical result is PPM.
Given the requirements of PPM, it is not a common affliction. I can’t really think of a time in recent history when I’ve had it from any place other than Chuck E. Cheese. I will keep you up to date if any other cases of PPM break out.

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