That's a big twinkie

I saw Cooch last night at FHE. She was still gorgeous. I am sorry about her nickname but once a nickname is chosen for someone, it's kinda hard to change it. It's already stuck and I have become attached to it. As littlebrother and I were leaving, we ended up in a conversation with a couple of girls. One was a girl I have seen at church for over a year but never talked to. Let's call her Twinkie. The thing about twinkie is that she ended up being very easy to talk to. She wasn't as shy as my initial impression of her would be. Somehow, the conversation turned to twinkies. Twinkie claimed she could eat 30 twinkies in one hour. I scoffed. One thing about me is that I love to pay money to people to do weird things. Nothing outrageous but a bet of whether Twinkie could finish 30 twinkies in under an hour sounded good enough for me. Especially since I could use it to get a date with her. Yeah, it was kind of an immature trickery thing. But I think it made it more fun. So after some arguing, we settled on the bet: Twinkie and I would meet next week where she would attempt to eat 30 twinkies in under 40 minutes without throwing up. If she accomplishes this feat, I will take her to a nice restaurant. If she fails, she will take me to out to dinner. To me, it's a win-win. I would probably take her out to dinner either way. Now I get to watch her try and eat 30 twinkies.