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.
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