Aww, it's okay. I'm a thick whore (too true - these pants didn't get any looser
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So, how's your Europe planning coming along? Aww...too bad. I'd offer to send you a postcard but...I won't.
Ugh, 11 days. This sucks. I think Atkins won't do. I'm going to have to conduct a self-imposed liposuction. Maybe I can cut a hole in my gut and use a bubble tea straw to suck out the lard?
"It's not always about you!!!" (But if you think I'm referring to you anyway, then I probably am.)
"Good luck returning my ass!" - Wilhemina Slater
"This is my breakfast, lunch and f***ing dinner right here. I'm not even f***in' joking." - Colin Farrell