Saturday, November 10, 2007

Only fat people exercise in the kitchen!

I suspect it goes something like this: Eat, dance, eat, eat, dance. Nap, eat, watch TV, nap, eat, eat. Walk to mailbox, pick up disability check, order pizza, call mom and tell her how mean neighbors are for staring. Surf web, email calling us mean and hateful.

Dance, fatty ... dance.


Anonymous said...

This lovely lady got the thick-nuss... can I get a wit-nuss!

William Fatner said...

Anonymous: Nothing thick there are all. It's all slop. Come on, brother!