>I’m too fat to sit upright.
Depression is watching reruns of Mama’s Family.
If you make me hate one of my favorite songs, then you can’t sing.
I’m so poor; I have to buy cheese on sale.
It’s his sad cry for an assistant, “I’m a man someone send me help!”
I had lunch at Panda Express and found a boiled weevil that had burrowed into my rice. That was two days ago and I still haven’t gotten my appetite back.
>Ewwww! I’d never be able to eat again.
>When I was a child, I remember pouring a whole bowl of granola,and after drowning it in fresh cream, polished off more than half of it. Then I noticed the weevils… swiming in the cream. I barely made it to the sink…
>Oh my God, I’m going to throw up after reading that. I REALLY hate bugs of any kind.
And no, I don’t have my appetite back yet.