Announcing my Fat Camp
At the risk of sounding like a cruel person I bring you this:
I want to start a fat camp. I'll dress up like a drill sergeant and all. Then I'll yell at my overweight campers "There's a small line that distinguishes FAT from EAT."
Then I'll make banquet mirages with the help of God and say "hey look! a steak platter! Imagine that, even out in the desert you can find steak." Then when they find out it was only a mirage and not steak and realize that Northern Wisconsin (which is where all fat camps should be because the smell of pine is condusive to weight loss) is not the desert or a desert I'll say but-wasn't-that-a-good-walk? Then they'll look at me angrily but I'll only grin because they paid me to help them lose weight.
Maybe that's a bit of a sadist dream...?
On a related note if you've got a auto-immune disease are you a masochist?
"put a glide in your stride and a dip in your hip"
-Las
I want to start a fat camp. I'll dress up like a drill sergeant and all. Then I'll yell at my overweight campers "There's a small line that distinguishes FAT from EAT."
Then I'll make banquet mirages with the help of God and say "hey look! a steak platter! Imagine that, even out in the desert you can find steak." Then when they find out it was only a mirage and not steak and realize that Northern Wisconsin (which is where all fat camps should be because the smell of pine is condusive to weight loss) is not the desert or a desert I'll say but-wasn't-that-a-good-walk? Then they'll look at me angrily but I'll only grin because they paid me to help them lose weight.
Maybe that's a bit of a sadist dream...?
On a related note if you've got a auto-immune disease are you a masochist?
"put a glide in your stride and a dip in your hip"
-Las