Peanuts Begins by Charles Schulz for May 09, 2024

My husband almost killed himself at a kid’s party when he was a lad. He decided (egged on by other boys ofc) that it’d be fun to see how many chocolate chip cookies he could stuff in his mouth. Probably wouldn’t have been as bad if he wasn’t laughing while doing it but he nearly choked himself inhaling cookies and did cough and gasp until he threw up everywhere

The six Dr. Peppers probably didn’t help either.

Well, that takes the cake!

Of course, the dish was a full size dinner plate.

One of my wife’s relatives (notice the deliberate distancing) was notorious for taking a paper-thin slice of cake. But then she would have another…and another…and…

Pretty soon half of the cake was gone, and she was complaining of a stomach ache. We’d call her out on it, and she’d say, “Well, it wasn’t good.” And then we’d say that explained why she ate half of it.

The comment wasn’t well received.

Isn’t it Charlie Brown who usually complains of stomach aches?

If Shermy ate more ice cream, he’d probably have gotten a bad headache.

He should be bouncing off the walls from all that sugar, but the OD would negate that, I guess….

It’s the cake that did it. Nine pieces!

Ritchie: All we had was beer… in teeny-weeny little glasses.

Dad: How many teeny-weeny glasses did you have?

Ritchie: Seventy-two.

(“Happy Days”)

Shermy should probably be on a Beavis-level sugar high

…a familiar tale

A coworker’s daughter was a Girl Scout, so I ordered a few packages of cookies.

When they arrived I ate an entire box of thin mints at my desk that afternoon, & left work with quite a tummy-ache. Gina was sympathetic about it until I told her how it happened.

It was all of the cake.

The icecream was the tipping point.