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Fried. Fried foods are one of those things that we are trained to both love and hate. You love the smell of the funnel cakes at the fair but you hate how you feel when you buy them and eat them and look up feeling sick with pennies in your pockets.
By Jessie Weahkee URL on 09.15.2012
This morning I woke up and I thought to myself, ‘I’m bored of having kimbab (vegetables wrapped in rice and seaweed) for breakfast. Let’s have some fried egg toast.’ So I went to the vendor across the street and treated myself.
By Alan on 09.15.2012
I’m way to fried to be trying to do this exercise, you never know though it may become a masterpiece of prose.
By Joel URL on 09.15.2012
Fried like my brain. Out of ideas. Stale and fried like a greasy dirty piece of fish. yuck
By bitter bit panda URL on 09.15.2012
I felt fried after last night. Although I enjoyed myself, I’ll miss my friends when they leave. I hope these moments will last me until the winter, and I won’t feel too alienated.
By Jaymar URL on 09.15.2012
Electrical cords flying everywhere
Eruptions and smoke
The water has fried the microwave.
By Armando on 09.15.2012
My skin was fried, burning under the sun. I had no fluid left to sweat. Except my blood. The desert seemed to go on for almost forever. I wondered at how long I had been walking; and how long I had left.
By T. on 09.15.2012
Hungry Yummy Hot Food Steamed Dim Sims Oil Fatning Allergic Fatty Yum
By Teileah on 09.15.2012
My Eyes Were fried I couldn’t go on any longer this competion I had to win I don’t have 15thousand dollars staring was my specialty I needed to win otherwise I would be teased bullied I couldn’t let that happen
My eyes were fried I couldn’t stare anymore but I couldn’t give up if I did I would fry I needed the money I just need to think I can’t be bullied I need to win
By Teileah Pullen on 09.15.2012
I stood there wondering why I had crumbled. Every time I went I said that this would be the last time. So unhealthy. So, so fried. I gave in again to their begging. Never again. Never again.
By Louise URL on 09.15.2012
fried is word which means to fry or a past tense of fry. we can fry many things and it is generally used in cooking and any fried things is vary harmful as it makes us fat.
By aliya on 09.15.2012
FRIED chicken is the smell that will always make me hungry, even if I’ve just eaten and am wearing nice clothes that I know I shouldn’t get grease stains on. The smell of it makes me want to put my fingers into the flesh and suck everything dry. Fried
By Sara on 09.15.2012
“Fried or roasted?”
“There’s a difference?”
“… Yes, yes there is.”
“Well… I think I will have it roasted then.”
“Ummm… Yeah. Yep, pretty sure.”
“… this is disgusting.”
By Billy URL on 09.15.2012
If I hadn’t of moved from the large, glowing red laser, I would have been fried. You could have stuck me on a stick and called me a barbecue. Edible me.
By Marie on 09.15.2012
Fried foods are fatty and unhealthy. it looks like we, as a society, have just decided to keep shortening our life expectancy, maybe it’s our own way of solving the overpopulation crisis. Healthy living makes one feel better about themselves.
By Samer URL on 09.15.2012
I just love the fried meat that we were served, when we were at the small guest house, on our last visit to the small islands. Nothing could beat the taste and smell of the pork chops or chicken wings.
By victor URL on 09.15.2012
I feel like havin nuggets today. Deep-fried in sizzling hot oil and on a platter with sweet sauce. In other context, my brains are gettin fried due to this media module.
By sweetsubstance URL on 09.15.2012
fried eggs for breakfast on early mornings, while my mom woke me up for school, it was cloudy too cold to even think of going outside. stressful school days, fresh cold wet air.
By Suraya URL on 09.15.2012
Oh I am fried! Ive been refreshing this page so that it would give me a new word. But fried keeps coming up. I am totally fried when i get back to my hometown. I have to face reality back there or else I will be fried, literally, fried. On a lighter note, Kentucky Fried Chicken back home is waaay better because of the gravy!
By V on 09.15.2012
By pichcharee URL on 09.15.2012
The chicken was fried just perfectly. No one knew just how to make that kind of chicken except for him. He was a legend among legends. But his death was not all too shocking to those who knew him. His job was chicken frying after all. And who could resist fried chicken, especially after toiling over it. So, like any sane man, he ate it. A lot. Boy did he ever eat that fried chicken. Every day. All the time.
By RyRy on 09.15.2012
in the end it was all I really needed. Fried chicken on a tuesday morning, just like to good ol’ days. Back then things were simpler
By John Von Curd on 09.15.2012
Her eggs were always enjoyed fried and “sunny side up” always sounded so cherry; how could one refuse?
By Sarah Clarke on 09.15.2012
my brain is fried–absolutely fried whenever i’m near you
it’s like my heart and my mind and my mouth don’t connect
it’s like there are no words that can properly convey how i feel
what i think
what i want to say to you
it’s like you’ve got this power over me, this control
pulling me in and trapping me whenever i see you
when i’m near you
By paige URL on 09.15.2012
On Fried Fridays Friedrich frightens Frenchmen frying frosted fricasse.
By Charmaine URL on 09.15.2012
Bubbling oil, stinging drops, crisping. Food. Comfort.
Rapid thoughts, rapid action, fatigue, brain drain. Time out.
By Bill URL on 09.15.2012
the sun is wrizzling my skin…. fffzzzzzzzzzzz, I can feel myself getting fried, literally… I hate and love it at the same time !
By MurielJG URL on 09.15.2012
hot yellow bubbly crusty things in a new york deep fryer. fat people and chickens dying.
it’s claggy smeggy arteries and flailing hearts.
By kaka on 09.15.2012
I went to a chinese restaurant and ordered for fried wantons, enjoyed them with tar tar sauce and shezwan dip
By manisha on 09.15.2012
Friends are golden, like fried chicken. They’re irresistible like fried potato chips. Thats all I have to say this morning.
By Tiffany on 09.15.2012
like an egg. that’s the way i like them. fried on toast with a little hot sauce. fried could also be your skin when you’re out in the sun too long. or it can mean that you’re higher than a kite. fried in that way is a little bit of a problem. you don’t wantt
By jennifer goyette on 09.15.2012
an overabundance of anything is fatal. and right now i am fried by a interconnected web of burdens and responsibilities to every feeling but my own
By meliora URL on 09.15.2012
Lots of grease, covering up beautiful vegetables…yet deep fried pickles have been tried, and I have to admit, I love them. Probably would love the asparagus also.
By Shelli on 09.15.2012
the sleepless nights in college made me wanna get a gun and shoot myself. my brain is so fried i can’t even spell right. however, i want to get in shape so goin insane on shaun-t will solve my issue right now. no more fried pickles up in this mouth. tired of exercising to burn a few calories off of my belly.
By ian on 09.15.2012
Fried chicken is awesome, but most things that are fried taste great too. I dont understand why that it, how come if you fry food in oil makes it taste good? It sounds gross if you think about it, so dont think about!
By Wesley URL on 09.15.2012
Brain and eggs, too much heat, too much stress, need to stop the sizzle, golden, yellow. Oozing out, crispy edges on my tongue, fried, frying friable, friar tuck, fat
fat, oil and grease of the fish and chip shop makes me feel slightly nauseous, the air is thick with fat ….I can feel it laying heavy in my lungs, I want to wait outside away from the scrutiny of seventeen year-old surfies….
By Katherine on 09.15.2012
when i went to the state fair, there was fried everything. pickles, bread, whipped cream, potatoes, zuchini, green beans, smores, snickers. i thought it was fabulous, i had never been to a state fair before. needless to say, i finally broke 100 pounds that day.
By dizzier on 09.15.2012
when i went to the state fair, there was fried everything. pickles, bread, whipped cream, potatoes, zuchini, green beans, smores, snickers. i thought it was fabulous, i had never been to a state fair before. i wanted so badly to try a pickle, but my mom wouldnt let me.needless to say, i finally broke 100 pounds that day.
They fry you, burn you, laugh at your purge. It is regular for them. Their job, you see. Keep you up there hanging, won’t let you fall, won’t pull you up, so you’ll have to wait for your death or even the lack of it.
By Anand on 09.15.2012
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