The Game ...
Me and CJ play a game. But neither of us say anything about it. It happens at dinner, every day. We sit at the dinner table and wait untill each of us is seated. WE then look at eachother as if saying start. Then, we begin to eat our food as quick as we can, chugg our drinks, and wipe our messes. The first who finishes and stands up .. wins. Simple, right. Except we each serve ourselves more then we can eat. WAY MORE. Ok, not way more .. but enough more. Get it? And we have to eat it all ... it hurts. I've won twice, him once. MWA HA HA ... And yesterday I stood up, and said HA! With my eyes (rule #1 is NO TALKING!)and he ate his last bite and walked out his head hanging low .. Yes, you are thinking I am going to be a cow .. eating like that and sitting on my lazy ass on the computer or playing GTA San Andres, but the other thing is .. we either go walk or run around outside like crazy, with the dogs ... But it is not fun .. it is lke training. It is fun .. i guess. Our game.