Just the other day I was taking the morning off from cramming stuff into my piehole, when I heard my stomach rumble. It was quiet at first, but then it started getting louder. I ignored it. Five minutes later, it was scaring the neighbors, but I didn’t care. I was ignoring it like I was ignoring work. Something was clearly more important. It was either the highlights on ESPN, or an important comment on the blog that I was answering. Either way, stomach just needed to calm down. He started roaring again. Then he couldn’t be ignored any longer.
Stomach: DUDE! STOP IGNORING ME!
Bitter Ben: Who is that?
The people in cubicle look at me a little strangely, but ignore me. They are used to me talking to people on the phone like that.
S: Who do you think? It’s your stomach.
BB: What is this, a bad movie premise? Excuse me, but I don’t think you’re supposed to talk.
S:You’re excused. But I wouldn’t have to keep saying that if you would feed me better stuff.
BB: What are you talking about?
S: You know, like pizza, cheese, hamburgers, hot dogs?
BB: That stuff is delicious. Why is it that you are the only one that doesn’t like that? My mouth loves it, my brain loves it, my eyes love it, my arms love lifting it into my mouth, even my esophagus is down with it.
S: But all of them don’t have to deal with it. It’s always upsetting me.
BB: Well you need to chill then. Go with the flow. Just send the bad stuff out, keep the good stuff. You know, how the brain does.
S: You’re right. The brain does keep the good stuff. The rest he sends out of your mouth. He hasn’t let an intelligent thought come to you since the 80’s.
BB: At least he’s not a diva like you. He can accept a pizza and some soda without crying like a little baby.
S: Do you have any idea how much work it is to process even a piece of pizza and all those bubbles from the soda? Do you ever wonder why I’m so big?
BB: Well, work harder then. Are my legs big? Or my arms? Or my brain? No, because they are doing their jobs. How about you work out a little?
S: I can’t workout. I’m stuck in the middle of you, usually staring at your workstation all day. And you are either sending me garbage all day, or starving the heck out of me.
BB: You know, you can work out while I’m sitting around. You don’t have to wait for me to get up and move. I hate to point it out AGAIN, but legs and arms are always moving even when I’m sitting at the desk. You on the other hand, just making gurgling noises. How about you stop being so lazy and let the abs come out and visit. I heard he likes pizza too.
S:He does, but he is so vain. He’s always trying to lift the shirt so everyone can see him. Have you seen his buddies on those workout commercials? Always tanning and oiling themselves.
BB: Can you blame him? He’s been hidden inside that Astrodome jail you built from all your laziness.
S: Well, like I said if you could send some dark green leafy lettuce, or some kale, then chances are abs would come out and play.
BB: Come on now. You’re telling me that everyone; mouth, taste buds, esophagus, and brain all have to suffer so you don’t have to work as hard? Don’t you think that sound a little selfish? If you had any idea how that stuff tasted, you wouldn’t make us do it. Trust me. For once, how about thinking about the rest of us?
S: But it’s so much woooorkkk. And the lemonade and all that acidy stuff…
BB: Now stomach, there you go rumbling again. Just stop. If you have one more outburst like that, I’m sending you to your room. Do you understand me? The only one that gets to be lazy around here is me. Now get back to work getting rid of all the bad stuff and let abs out.
S: I’m just so tired of mouth getting what he wants all the time. What about my needs?
BB: Stomach, come on. Pizza has all the 4 major food groups. Cheese, crust, pepperoni and zesty tomato paste. What more could you ask for?
S: Um, I don’t think those things are the 4 major food groups…
BB: Look at it this way. You know what a credit card is right? It’s a magical plastic card that allows you to buy whatever you want and you never have to pay it back.
S: Actually that’s not true. You have to pay it back monthly. And with interest.
BB: I think you’re missing the point. Let me put it this way. I never have to pay it back. Someone does. But not me. Do you get what I’m saying?
S: Not really.
BB: It’s like when I eat food, I can eat whatever I want. And I should never have to suffer for it.
S: I know. I have to suffer.
BB: Exactly. But you’re the stomach. You need to get back to work. Take that food and start sending it places. But only the stuff we need. And let abs come out to play. He’s been in jail way too long. And if you want to see what kale looks like, the eyes will be glad to take a picture of it at the grocery store and post it on his Instagram account, Eyeseewhatyoudidthere. Alright?
S: Fine. But I want to be able to actually taste the pizza for once instead having to get rid of it all the time.
BB: I’m sure that can be arranged. Now if we’re done here, I have a birthday tomorrow, so I’ve got a lot of work to do on my big birthday post. It will be 42 Things I’m Bitter about. Also, I’m gonna be sending cake down there and I’m gonna need that digested a little quicker. Alright?
S: Okay.
BB: It’s your birthday tomorrow too, so I might light a candle and send it down…
S: No, don’t….WAIT!
BB: Gotta go. Later.
Stomach: ARRRRGGHHHHHHHHHHHHH
Bitter Tasting Stomach Ben
This is me practically every morning I have to work. It’s so confusing and then I can’t figure out lunch either. Complicated lol.
By the way I found your page on Suzie’s blog party and I am a fan!
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My stomach was talking non stop this morning. He needs to find someone else to talk to because I stopped listening.
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Geez! It needs attention that’s all!
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Some stomachs are just such divas!
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lol
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Reblogged this on Herman's Neutics and commented:
This is absolutely hilarious! A conversation between you and your stomach.
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i can hardly wait to see which body part you will be dialoguing with next!
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I already did my brain and my Ipod and some relative in the past. Next, perhaps my ankle? Achilles Heal?
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Trust me on this one – you want to tread lightly. If you continue to make your stomach mad, he is going to recruit other organs like your gallbladder or liver (or even your appendix!) to his revolt. I have had my liver threaten to break up with me more than once. It isn’t pretty. And my appendix – yeah, he busted out of the joint. Just something to think about…
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The stomach better knock it off. If it starts recruiting others, I’m gonna get the brain, the hands and the nerves to fight back. It will be an epic fight to the finish. Speaking of which, I’m kind of hungry.
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LOL! May the force be with you…
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There’s the dark side, the light side and the bitter side balances them all out.
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Gwahaha! Astrodome prison is highly underrated… I’m sure you can rock it. Loudly. Bitterly…
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My abs have been stuck inside there for some reason. I’m just asking my stomach to be a little reasonable.
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Okay….FINE-UH! I’ll put away the Doritos. Dammit.
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Actually don’t. Make that stomach digest them. And to stop whining about it. We all have to do things we don’t want to do. Why should the stomach have to be any different?
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I thought I was the only one who had these strange conversations with various body parts… Good to know I’m not alone.
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Nope. I had a conversation with my brain once, but he ended up controlling the whole thing. Making my mouth move, thinking every thought before me. I couldn’t do anything without him.
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Stomachs are so demanding. They want everything and they want it now.
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I know and then when you give them too much then they complain even more. Can never please those divas.
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Your stomach has issues..
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You’re telling me. That guy is full of issues. I try to ignore him though, because he’s pretty annoying and very demanding.
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Maybe if you punched him..;-)
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Then he would learn a thing or two. Don’t mess with me.
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I can hardly wait to find out what kind of torture you will do to your stomach tomorrow for your birthday. But the day after that, a whole different story? First day of the rest of your life?
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It’s gonna be a blood bath. Pizza mixed with cake and ice cream and etc. make for a bitter day for my stomach.
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I can barely watch. Looks like the day after might be the first day of the rest of your life in more respects than one!
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Let’s just say if they show it on any other network other than the B.E.N. it will be the horror network and it will be Rated M for terror. That’s if I do survive to make it to another day.
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I can barely watch!
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They tune into another network. Another thing will be on in half an hour.
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Hilarious!
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It was a weird experience, so I had to blog about it. My stomach is really lazy.
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I feel you. I want to be a teenager again every time I eat so I can eat whatever, whenever. Pretty please.
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That was one of the few good things about being a teenager. Being able to eat anything you wanted and not gaining weight. They need to bottle that stuff up!
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