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about a girl |
| She stood in front of the replicated picture of herself in distaste. Making a down to up motion with her head, resembling a cute boy checking her out, she glanced at her clown feet, sweeped up to her egg head, and back down to her cha-ching hips. 40-inches of mean meat filling those dark blue denims. A step down; rhino rump thunder thighs. "I've let myself go." she whimpers. "Ugh. Oh well, I'm hungry!" she porked. Vroom Vroom. "Hello, welcome to Burger King. May I help you?" asked the woman screatching from the voice box. "Yes ma'am, can I get two double whoppers, a large fry, and a diet coke?" As if the drink is what makes her fat.... FFA; Fat Foods of America. |