Since we don’t have any photos yet (ahem – Raif!), let me take this opportunity to say that there’s a new genre of writing being created on this very site. Let’s call it Food Erotica, where sometimes there will be no pictures, but the meal will be described so poetically that you can imagine it better than a camera could capture the experience. I mean this is why fiction and poetry still exist, long after the invention of film.
Even Selfie doesn’t advocate taking pictures of your every meal. “That’s stupid and boring,” as he puts it. “Now, taking pictures of people eating, cooking, opening a restaurant, closing a restaurant, that’s interesting. And not very stupid at all.”
So we invite you to #Nofapyourfood and use your imagination.
-F/S
P.S. Sometimes we will be fapping our food. #Fapyourfood. Confused? So are we, because as we mentioned in our Manifesto, we both hate foodies and selfies.
P.P.S. I love how our page basically shouts “porn site”:
Yeah, it’s like when people say, “Don’t think about Abraham Lincoln.” Honest Abe is immediately thrown up on the screen of your imagination.
I thought Abraham Lincoln was invoked when a group of people suddenly get weird & quiet.
That too. Why am I imagining a campfire and chanting the words, “I hate white rabbits?” I think it’s from Boy Scouts, where I first experienced the Abe Lincoln silence thing.
Boy Scouts, I believe where we met. We sure put the B.S. in Boy Scouts, eh Lüske?
True fact: Jefferson Davis was terrible at not thinking about Abraham Lincoln. He went four solid years without winning that game once. It ended up costing him more than he bargained for (or should that be “for more than he bargained”?).