[Edit:]By the way. You can't tell me this shit doesn't happen. I watch Oprah.
[Re-Edit:] Just so you know. Things sure as hell aren't fine and dandy, this was just sort of one of those good moments.
For those of you who noticed. No, my theme isn't intended to be morbid. Its from a Yevgeny Yevtushenko poem called "Late Tears". The verse goes:
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That makes starving of so long a fatty life;
For who would bear the hips and gut of my doughboy body,
The skinny bitches' wrong, the sad fag's consuming,
The pangs of despised fat, the bags of Lays,
The insolence of mothers to bake brownies and make mashed potatoes
That the thin merit of the unworthy takes,
When we ourselves might a sandwhich make
With no bread and no cheese? who would want to diet,
To grunt and sweat under a weary life of deprivation,
But that the paranoia of gaining a pound or six or eighty,
The undiscover'd Lindt Lindor Truffles from whose sweet center
No glutton returns, puzzles the hunger
And makes us rather haul around the fat we have
Than roll on to our sides and eat some more chocolate?
Thus diet does make fucknuts of us all;
And thus it is depressing of thought that we should not eat, a fat kid
Is sicklied o'er with the rumbling of the baby, Billy,
And the Fazoli's of great joy and celebration for the starch
With this regard to the diets it's pastas and sauces turn awry,
And lose all pleasure as thou supplement with vegeterian chilli. - We who art fucking insane!
The fair Samantha! Butterfly, in thy memory
Be all our feasts remember'd.
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There names are Ben & Jerry.
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i love u
no matter what your size, i find u incredibly beautiful and intelligent and always i woman i will envy
*maimai*
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LOVE YOU!!!!!
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