Supposedly making out for 20 minutes burns 400 calories.
Actually, 400 Kilocalories, but food companies thought it would be easier to denote those things we burn as calories, so what the hell. Apparently metric prefixes are fucking scary.
Chad: "Hey Lisa want to burn 400 calories?"
Lisa: "Sure Chad, but I'm not taking off my pants...yet."
{ 20 minutes later }
Chad: "Wanna burn 400 more."
Lisa: "Let's go for 2000. Take off your pants."
tiny, microscopic creatures who live in your closet who sew up your close each night to make them smaller. They do this out of jealousy and hatred for the human race for not recognizing them as existent.
Calories: dude, she did not just put her fav jeans in the closet, get my sewing needles.
Are the calories that you bank all week because you are eating a healthy low calorie diet, that you then get to 'use' when you feel you've earned dessert or comfort food.
I don't want to waste my 'indulgence calories' I've saved up on a bland tasting dessert!