On a lazy Saturday after a few days later, Tim was lazing around his room playing video games on his computer when his phone buzzed. Carl was texting him.
Carl: "hey man. can i hang out at ur place today?"
Tim: "sure. come ovr whenever."
Carl: "cool. i need to get out of the hous today."
Tim: "y?"
Carl: "jef is bakin up a storm. Cookies. pies. n i think he just pt a cake in the oven."
Carl: "the house smels so gud right now. if i stay here any longr, i might just nd up eatin everything."
Carl: "my bro is turnin me intoa fk balloon"
Carl: "iv alredy had like 3 dozen cookies ad its not evn lunch yet"
Tim chuckled to himself. He found Carl's total lack of willpower around Jeff's cooking to be amusing. And it certainly made him feel better about himself. Sure, Tim was fat. But at least he wasn't so drawn to food that he couldn't pull himself away. He overindulged, to be sure, but Tim still could keep himself from doing so everyday. Tim might be fat, but Carl was proving to be quite the piggy.
Picking up his phone again, Tim began typing up a reply.
Tim: "k. come on over. And bring som of thse cookies!"
But before he hit send, Tim thought of something. Carl wanted to come over because he knew he couldn't control his urges. So, Tim thought, maybe the better thing to do would be to make Carl stay at home. Perhaps an evening with a stomach ache from eating too many sweets or the stark realization that his pants size has gone way up may be what Carl needs to get him to learn some kind of discipline when it comes to Jeff and his cooking.
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