Things You Should NOT Do When You Are Drunk:
Scale buildings and jump onto ledges
Trust a stranger when they say jumping off the bridge into the Charles River at 3AM is a good idea
Climb to the top of the bat cliff in Mission Hill with a beer in your left hand
Swim to islands
Hitchhike from Dorchester to JP with a bunch of wasted Jamaicans
Climb cranes
Poop in front of a bank
Drink water coming out from a tube in the ground
Run across route 2 in high traffic to get to the bowling alley, again, and again, and again...
Sit on the rail on a bridge over route 3
Drive
Drink more tequila
Things You Always Want To Do When You Are Drunk:
Scale buildings and jump onto ledges
Trust a stranger when they say jumping off the bridge into the Charles River at 3AM is a good idea
Climb to the top of the bat cliff with a beer in your left hand
Swim to islands
Hitchhike from Dorchester to JP with a bunch of wasted Jamaicans
Climb cranes
Poop in front of a bank
Drink water coming out from a tube in the ground
Run across route 2 in high traffic to get to the bowling alley, again, and again, and again...
Sit on the rail on a bridge over route 3
Drive
Drink more tequila
Thursday, August 26, 2010
Tuesday, August 24, 2010
Conversations With Gilman.
Jacobs: "Huh, I've never fucked a guy with a strap on."
Gilman: "Oh really? Never?"
Jacobs: "No, is that weird?"
Gilman: "Liz, it's not like it's common."
Jacobs: "It isn't?"
Gilman: "No, that's like saying...
'Hey, I've never flown... physically with just my own body. My body has never, itself, flown.'"
Jacobs: "Yeah. I've never done that either."
*******
Jacobs: "Hey, when you read "no onions" together, it looks like it says, "Noonions"!
Gilman: "Yeah, like, little minions... that meet at noon!"
Gilman: "Oh really? Never?"
Jacobs: "No, is that weird?"
Gilman: "Liz, it's not like it's common."
Jacobs: "It isn't?"
Gilman: "No, that's like saying...
'Hey, I've never flown... physically with just my own body. My body has never, itself, flown.'"
Jacobs: "Yeah. I've never done that either."
*******
Jacobs: "Hey, when you read "no onions" together, it looks like it says, "Noonions"!
Gilman: "Yeah, like, little minions... that meet at noon!"
Friday, August 20, 2010
Why Is This Song So Popular?
Just a small town girl, living in a lonely world (because her boyfriend dumped her and she has no self-esteem)
She took the midnight train going anywhere (except that it was going somewhere and she just didn't know where, which was probably a stupid idea, cuz now she's probably stranded, but Journey didn't write that part in because it's less romantic)
Just a city boy, born and raised in South Detroit
He took the midnight train going anywhere (apparently it's becoming a trend)
A singer in a smokey room
A smell of wine and cheap perfume
For a smile they can share the night
It goes on and on and on and on
(Okay that whole stanza doesn't even make sense. Who can share the night? What goes on and on?)
Strangers waiting up and down the boulevard (probably for drug dealers)
Their shadows searching in the night (probably for drugs, maybe prostitutes. Drugs and prostitutes?)
Streetlights people, living just to find emotion (when did streetlights become an adjective? What does that even mean? People made of streetlights?)
Hiding somewhere in the night (dude, I hate it when songs try to make a word rhyme with itself. It's a cop out Journey, okay? It's a cop out.)
Working hard to get my fill (Yes you are, Journey, yes you are.)
Everybody wants a thrill
Payin' anything to roll the dice
Just one more time
Some will win
Some will lose
Some were born to sing the blues
(Thank you Dr. Seuss)
Oh the movie never ends
It goes on and on and on and on (OH! The movie goes on! Wait, what movie? Am I watching a movie? I thought I was listening to a song?)
Don't listen to Journey because when you stop believing, anything is possible.
(Also, I'm gonna be a streetlight person for Halloween.)
She took the midnight train going anywhere (except that it was going somewhere and she just didn't know where, which was probably a stupid idea, cuz now she's probably stranded, but Journey didn't write that part in because it's less romantic)
Just a city boy, born and raised in South Detroit
He took the midnight train going anywhere (apparently it's becoming a trend)
A singer in a smokey room
A smell of wine and cheap perfume
For a smile they can share the night
It goes on and on and on and on
(Okay that whole stanza doesn't even make sense. Who can share the night? What goes on and on?)
Strangers waiting up and down the boulevard (probably for drug dealers)
Their shadows searching in the night (probably for drugs, maybe prostitutes. Drugs and prostitutes?)
Streetlights people, living just to find emotion (when did streetlights become an adjective? What does that even mean? People made of streetlights?)
Hiding somewhere in the night (dude, I hate it when songs try to make a word rhyme with itself. It's a cop out Journey, okay? It's a cop out.)
Working hard to get my fill (Yes you are, Journey, yes you are.)
Everybody wants a thrill
Payin' anything to roll the dice
Just one more time
Some will win
Some will lose
Some were born to sing the blues
(Thank you Dr. Seuss)
Oh the movie never ends
It goes on and on and on and on (OH! The movie goes on! Wait, what movie? Am I watching a movie? I thought I was listening to a song?)
Don't listen to Journey because when you stop believing, anything is possible.
(Also, I'm gonna be a streetlight person for Halloween.)
Thursday, August 19, 2010
Don't Eat That! It's A Conspiracy!
Dear hippies and yuppies who can afford the cost of anal retentive fear (in high demand these days in a city like Cambridge),
I really don't care if you think spending too much time on the computer will worsen your eyesight (DUH) or if you think eating any non-organic food will shorten your life. First of all, the healthiest, most pro-active thing you can do is exercise. And do you do that? EVER? No. And to those of you who do, you go to the gym for what, twenty minutes a week? And why? So you can get to work afterwards and go "Yep, I got up early to hit the gym, man I feel great!" in attempt to make the even fatter slobbier guy envy you and say, "Oh yeah, I really have to get to the gym too, SIGH." Everyone can tell that you're still either a scrawny little shit, or overweight. Seriously, do you still think that writing on your hand with ballpoint pen will make your kids (God forbid you ever have any) retarded? Because when your kids come out retarded, and they will, it's genetics, not because you joined the Pen15 club when you were ten.
Billboard advertisements make you cringe, because you're weak-willed enough to know that the second you look at them you become a subversively victimized by their malicious mind control, all the while you flip through AdBusters, a publication that you don't even realize has reached full circle in the rebel, then rise to power and become king, schema. You know why? Because you're a cliche. Because you've read a bunch of bullshit on the internet that said things were bad for you and were scared into believing them. I'm pretty sure tripping on acid is a lot less healthy for you than handling a plastic bottle that releases toxic fumes which rise through the hole in the ozone layer and travel up to special aliens made of fire that live on the sun, angering them so much that they will descend upon you in your sleep and cause you to spontaneously combust. But you don't have a problem doing acid, do you? No, that's much healthier than eating Kraft Mac and Cheese, which according to some site somewhere on the world wide web, it was recently discovered that in every box little microscopic intelligent, bug-like people are planning to conquer your body so they can feast upon your soul.
Here's a newsflash for you: Living is TOXIC, and orange soda rocks. So if you can't accept those two things, then move to the mountains and become a goat.
Seriously,
Liz
P.S. Deodorant might eventually kill you because the chemicals in it are developing sentience and might revolt and start deteriorating your skin until you look like the dude from the mattress in Hellraiser, but the effects of social suicide are worse.
I really don't care if you think spending too much time on the computer will worsen your eyesight (DUH) or if you think eating any non-organic food will shorten your life. First of all, the healthiest, most pro-active thing you can do is exercise. And do you do that? EVER? No. And to those of you who do, you go to the gym for what, twenty minutes a week? And why? So you can get to work afterwards and go "Yep, I got up early to hit the gym, man I feel great!" in attempt to make the even fatter slobbier guy envy you and say, "Oh yeah, I really have to get to the gym too, SIGH." Everyone can tell that you're still either a scrawny little shit, or overweight. Seriously, do you still think that writing on your hand with ballpoint pen will make your kids (God forbid you ever have any) retarded? Because when your kids come out retarded, and they will, it's genetics, not because you joined the Pen15 club when you were ten.
Billboard advertisements make you cringe, because you're weak-willed enough to know that the second you look at them you become a subversively victimized by their malicious mind control, all the while you flip through AdBusters, a publication that you don't even realize has reached full circle in the rebel, then rise to power and become king, schema. You know why? Because you're a cliche. Because you've read a bunch of bullshit on the internet that said things were bad for you and were scared into believing them. I'm pretty sure tripping on acid is a lot less healthy for you than handling a plastic bottle that releases toxic fumes which rise through the hole in the ozone layer and travel up to special aliens made of fire that live on the sun, angering them so much that they will descend upon you in your sleep and cause you to spontaneously combust. But you don't have a problem doing acid, do you? No, that's much healthier than eating Kraft Mac and Cheese, which according to some site somewhere on the world wide web, it was recently discovered that in every box little microscopic intelligent, bug-like people are planning to conquer your body so they can feast upon your soul.
Here's a newsflash for you: Living is TOXIC, and orange soda rocks. So if you can't accept those two things, then move to the mountains and become a goat.
Seriously,
Liz
P.S. Deodorant might eventually kill you because the chemicals in it are developing sentience and might revolt and start deteriorating your skin until you look like the dude from the mattress in Hellraiser, but the effects of social suicide are worse.
Tuesday, August 17, 2010
In All Seriousness
I would like to dedicate this blog to one of my best friends, Heidi Kepnes. Since college, we have had the most hilarious moments that I unfortunately cannot remember due to copious amounts of drugs and alcohol. Without her, I would probably not drink as much, I mean laugh as much.
(She's a melted avocado on the shelf.)
(She's a melted avocado on the shelf.)
Sunday, August 15, 2010
I Worship Jack Shit.
Spiritual gurus (a status attained by an individual person by traveling the world to look for meaning, who ultimately finds whatever they want, since what they are looking for is always made up by whatever fantasy they need to fill the ever terrifying VOID inside) put forth an exceptional amount of effort to find answers, or rather, THE answer; which can also be described as the biggest cliche in mythology, "God". They seek this knowledge beyond mountains, in the sky, in the middle of the desert where there is absolutely nothing (which ironically is where a lot of people, including Jesus, have found Him), in other "blessed" people, thinking this higher force will touch them when their foot touches the ever mysterious sea. They persist in finding nothing, until one day they realize that "God" is in everything. So basically "God" is nothing and then they call this nothing, "Nirvana," which is the ultimate state of "being." And the Christians tell us we want to be like God, because we are made in his image and likeness and we should strive to be what he is, which, by this little word proof here, we have deduced, is jack shit. So, we should be inspired to act like jack shit and be nothing.
I don't understand religion.
I don't understand religion.
Saturday, August 14, 2010
The Emperor's New Clothes
At least a few times a week, I wish I had a police badge, a fashion police badge; "I'm sorry, I'm going to have to give you a citation. Your blazer and your purse and your shoes are all three different shades of green. It doesn't look good. You look like three different species of lizards combined into one body and it's confusing the public. We can't just have you go around wearing whatever you want confusing people all the time. It's visual harassment."
"Excuse me, ma'am, why did you shave off your eyebrows and draw new ones in place of them? Did you not realize they were there to begin with?" It's disturbing to see someone who looks "jarring" and compositionally incorrect. Most people have enough to worry about without having to add why the woman across from them on the bus looks like Sephora vomited all of its surplus on her face. It isn't fair that everyone else has to suffer someone's bad fashion sense. Bad fashion is rude. Have you ever walked by someone and said, "WHAT is he wearing?" These people take something and wear it in a way that is so wrong we can't even identify if they are wearing pants or a stuffed animal. Then they make up names to try and get away with it, like "skort." Uh, that's not a skort just because it's neither a skirt nor shorts. Who the fuck knows what it is? Can something we identify by calling it the combination of two things it is not even be considered clothing?
Imagine asking somebody, "Why are you wearing a skort?" What reasonable answer could anyone give for wearing a skort?
"Well, I couldn't decide if I wanted the sporty comfort of shorts or the classy, casual feeling of a skirt, so I said, HEY! I'll put on my skort! Then I get the best of both worlds!"
Skorts are like the mullet of clothing. Somewhere somebody thought it made sense and nobody had the balls to go, "uh, that shit's lame."
Sporks - cool. Skorts - pathetic.
And what is with clear bra straps? Are you trying to fool me? Because I'm pretty sure everyone can still tell you're wearing a bra.
And I am tired, exhausted even, of suffering from Lady Gaga's bad fashion sense. How come no one noticed that she looks like a three year old who went through her mother's makeup and decided to wear bed sheets as a dress over her bathing suit in the middle of winter and paste feathers to her face, while she's still in her playpen? It's not hot. It's not cool. It's fucking retarded and it hurts my eyes.
"Excuse me, ma'am, why did you shave off your eyebrows and draw new ones in place of them? Did you not realize they were there to begin with?" It's disturbing to see someone who looks "jarring" and compositionally incorrect. Most people have enough to worry about without having to add why the woman across from them on the bus looks like Sephora vomited all of its surplus on her face. It isn't fair that everyone else has to suffer someone's bad fashion sense. Bad fashion is rude. Have you ever walked by someone and said, "WHAT is he wearing?" These people take something and wear it in a way that is so wrong we can't even identify if they are wearing pants or a stuffed animal. Then they make up names to try and get away with it, like "skort." Uh, that's not a skort just because it's neither a skirt nor shorts. Who the fuck knows what it is? Can something we identify by calling it the combination of two things it is not even be considered clothing?
Imagine asking somebody, "Why are you wearing a skort?" What reasonable answer could anyone give for wearing a skort?
"Well, I couldn't decide if I wanted the sporty comfort of shorts or the classy, casual feeling of a skirt, so I said, HEY! I'll put on my skort! Then I get the best of both worlds!"
Skorts are like the mullet of clothing. Somewhere somebody thought it made sense and nobody had the balls to go, "uh, that shit's lame."
Sporks - cool. Skorts - pathetic.
And what is with clear bra straps? Are you trying to fool me? Because I'm pretty sure everyone can still tell you're wearing a bra.
And I am tired, exhausted even, of suffering from Lady Gaga's bad fashion sense. How come no one noticed that she looks like a three year old who went through her mother's makeup and decided to wear bed sheets as a dress over her bathing suit in the middle of winter and paste feathers to her face, while she's still in her playpen? It's not hot. It's not cool. It's fucking retarded and it hurts my eyes.
Thursday, August 12, 2010
Tuesday, August 10, 2010
OKCupid Thread: Who's Scaring Who Now?
Average Joe: boo
that's cute right?
Me: I used to think so. Now I realize it isn't and won't be doing it anymore.
Average Joe: oh.
well then i feel like i've at least contributed somehow
and adding is good
and it's embrarassing
Me: That's an interesting word you got there, "embrarassing"
tell me, what does it mean?
Average Joe: well it's like embarrassing but a) give you ammunition and b) shows that I'm human and fallible
Me: Oh yeah, humans are pretty fallible
that's fer sure!
Average Joe: fer wicked
i think it's good you like satan so much
Me: Oh yeah? He a friend of yours?
Average Joe: no but we all need friends
Me: "we" don't all need friends
some people are fine without friends
like serial killers
Average Joe: oh
but they probably kill because they don't have friends
Me: I don't think so
Average Joe: really?
Me: I think they kill because they realize how disposable people are
Average Joe: we are?
Me: And how the world is a better place with less of them
Average Joe: oh that's awkward
Me: Let's face it, we are overpopulated
why is that awkward?
Average Joe: hmm dunno i like people
Me: oh I love people
I think they are great
until they piss me off, and then I hate them
but there are a handful that I just, you know, totally adore
but let's face it, from far away the earth looks like a giant piece of fruit crawling with maggots
You know how when you are on a plane and from that high up people are like bugs? That's what a giant would see
and he would just step on us, and move along
Average Joe: ha
Me: that's why I don't kill bugs
Average Joe: oh right
that's try (I believe he meant to use the word "true")
i need to run
but we can share satan sotries soon
stories
Me: BYEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE
that's cute right?
Me: I used to think so. Now I realize it isn't and won't be doing it anymore.
Average Joe: oh.
well then i feel like i've at least contributed somehow
and adding is good
and it's embrarassing
Me: That's an interesting word you got there, "embrarassing"
tell me, what does it mean?
Average Joe: well it's like embarrassing but a) give you ammunition and b) shows that I'm human and fallible
Me: Oh yeah, humans are pretty fallible
that's fer sure!
Average Joe: fer wicked
i think it's good you like satan so much
Me: Oh yeah? He a friend of yours?
Average Joe: no but we all need friends
Me: "we" don't all need friends
some people are fine without friends
like serial killers
Average Joe: oh
but they probably kill because they don't have friends
Me: I don't think so
Average Joe: really?
Me: I think they kill because they realize how disposable people are
Average Joe: we are?
Me: And how the world is a better place with less of them
Average Joe: oh that's awkward
Me: Let's face it, we are overpopulated
why is that awkward?
Average Joe: hmm dunno i like people
Me: oh I love people
I think they are great
until they piss me off, and then I hate them
but there are a handful that I just, you know, totally adore
but let's face it, from far away the earth looks like a giant piece of fruit crawling with maggots
You know how when you are on a plane and from that high up people are like bugs? That's what a giant would see
and he would just step on us, and move along
Average Joe: ha
Me: that's why I don't kill bugs
Average Joe: oh right
that's try (I believe he meant to use the word "true")
i need to run
but we can share satan sotries soon
stories
Me: BYEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE
Someone Felt Bad For the Catholics.
In case you were worried about contracting AIDS from a table, countertop or bar surface, fear not:
(Be sure to use it as directed because otherwise it does NOT kill AIDS.)
(Be sure to use it as directed because otherwise it does NOT kill AIDS.)
Monday, August 9, 2010
From Now On Let's Abbreviate Awesome to Awes, and Spell it Oz.
I spent 120 Euros on this mask just so I could take this picture.
Someone's Attempt at Finding a Soulmate and I Discovered a New Hobby.
Chump: Please stop write that fucking book for a second and explain why such an interesting profile is only 48% of a match.
*stop writing.
Me: (no response)
Chump: Creeper, creeper!
Me: nope gotta keep writing the book
it's the only thing I care about
Chump: What is it about?
Me: It's an autobiography about when I fell out of the spaceship and my experiences on this earth compared to my native planet
Chump: Will it be published only on Earth, or are you hoping for an interplanetary success?
Me: I'm hoping I die before it gets published
I can't handle fame
Chump: Ok. Can I keep the royalties from the rights, then?
Me: nope
Chump: Bad alien.
Me: my cats get those, sorry
plus I hate humans and am only on okcupid to decipher their behavior for my book
Chump: That's going to be one groundbreaking book.
Question is, if you are using a website for your research, couldn't you be writing the book from your home?
That would be one hell of a telecommute, but I'm pretty sure that Verizon is taking FiOS to your door.
Me: Uh huh, when I bring the script back to my planet I assure you my species will conclude that you humans must be destroyed due to pure idiocy alone
Chump: Dilbert principle?
Me: no. Dilbert is a douchebag. This account is much more real
Chump: These words would hurt Scott Adams' feelings, if he had any.
Me: I'm sure Scott Adams is an idiot
Chump: Now, what is it that you do besides lurking on OkC?
Me: You people are all the same
I hang out with my cousin
He's famous
Chump: In which galaxy?
Me: Here on Earth
I'm sure you've heard of him
His name is Alf
Chump: hahaha
I'm sorry, but your cousin is a double.
I ran over him a couple of weeks ago.
Me: You are so full of shit
Liar
Chump: I thought he was a mutant poodle, who learned to hitchhike.
Me: I have to go murder children. Nice talking to you.
*stop writing.
Me: (no response)
Chump: Creeper, creeper!
Me: nope gotta keep writing the book
it's the only thing I care about
Chump: What is it about?
Me: It's an autobiography about when I fell out of the spaceship and my experiences on this earth compared to my native planet
Chump: Will it be published only on Earth, or are you hoping for an interplanetary success?
Me: I'm hoping I die before it gets published
I can't handle fame
Chump: Ok. Can I keep the royalties from the rights, then?
Me: nope
Chump: Bad alien.
Me: my cats get those, sorry
plus I hate humans and am only on okcupid to decipher their behavior for my book
Chump: That's going to be one groundbreaking book.
Question is, if you are using a website for your research, couldn't you be writing the book from your home?
That would be one hell of a telecommute, but I'm pretty sure that Verizon is taking FiOS to your door.
Me: Uh huh, when I bring the script back to my planet I assure you my species will conclude that you humans must be destroyed due to pure idiocy alone
Chump: Dilbert principle?
Me: no. Dilbert is a douchebag. This account is much more real
Chump: These words would hurt Scott Adams' feelings, if he had any.
Me: I'm sure Scott Adams is an idiot
Chump: Now, what is it that you do besides lurking on OkC?
Me: You people are all the same
I hang out with my cousin
He's famous
Chump: In which galaxy?
Me: Here on Earth
I'm sure you've heard of him
His name is Alf
Chump: hahaha
I'm sorry, but your cousin is a double.
I ran over him a couple of weeks ago.
Me: You are so full of shit
Liar
Chump: I thought he was a mutant poodle, who learned to hitchhike.
Me: I have to go murder children. Nice talking to you.
Raisins.
I don't really care about the meaning of life anymore. I'm just really curious as to why I never buy raisins.
Saturday, August 7, 2010
Green Couches, Aliens, and Love.
"There's some special reason for me to be here. And I feel really homesick all the time. And so do the other aliens. And I only have a chance to come across like a handful of other aliens, throughout the rest of my life. Eventually one day we'll find out what we're suppose to do." - Kurt Cobain
Wednesday, August 4, 2010
A Beach Outing with my Mother
Daughter: "It's going to be overcast again today."
Mother: "No it isn't. Look, there's an angel!"
Daughter: "That's a cloud."
Mother: "No, in the cloud, there's an angel!"
Daughter: "You're insane."
Mother: "Have faith, heathen!"
Mother: "No it isn't. Look, there's an angel!"
Daughter: "That's a cloud."
Mother: "No, in the cloud, there's an angel!"
Daughter: "You're insane."
Mother: "Have faith, heathen!"
Monday, August 2, 2010
"cause of there taste receptors, and everyone likes sweet stuff."
So I have been wondering, for months, ever since they drowned in my honey bottle, why do ants like sweet things? I Googled it and found the first response was a Yahoo Answers! question:
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cause of there taste receptors, and everyone likes sweet stuff.
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Mostly all insects eat for the natural sugars found in foods, hence "sweet" food. Also it naturally attracts them too it.
Ps by ther way, why would you need to know this??? lol
Just curiosity??? jk
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because ants are so spicy,YOU ROCK
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idk. why do we like sweet, sour and spicy foods? maybe ants do like sour and spicy foods.
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Because sugar is high in energy. If ants have to forage for food, the higher amount of energy in one carry-size piece, the better. Spices, citrus, etc (things ants tend to avoid) have less nutritional value for them.
When ants eat leaves and other plant matter the energy they gain from the it is the starchy sugars that the plant produces for itself. This is somewhat similar to normal household sugar, so it follows that ants would go for the sugar before the curry.
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We have an influx of ants at the moment with all the rain hanging about.
Funnily enough the two things on our house they seem most attracted to are peanut butter & tissues (they eat holes in them) how strange is that???
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as they like fish fingers
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cause of there taste receptors, and everyone likes sweet stuff.
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Mostly all insects eat for the natural sugars found in foods, hence "sweet" food. Also it naturally attracts them too it.
Ps by ther way, why would you need to know this??? lol
Just curiosity??? jk
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because ants are so spicy,YOU ROCK
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idk. why do we like sweet, sour and spicy foods? maybe ants do like sour and spicy foods.
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Because sugar is high in energy. If ants have to forage for food, the higher amount of energy in one carry-size piece, the better. Spices, citrus, etc (things ants tend to avoid) have less nutritional value for them.
When ants eat leaves and other plant matter the energy they gain from the it is the starchy sugars that the plant produces for itself. This is somewhat similar to normal household sugar, so it follows that ants would go for the sugar before the curry.
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Boo
We have an influx of ants at the moment with all the rain hanging about.
Funnily enough the two things on our house they seem most attracted to are peanut butter & tissues (they eat holes in them) how strange is that???
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ragaekas...
as they like fish fingers
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