The pants are jabbing into my gut leaving those endentions that proves that the chub runneth over... the cheese cake was pretty good-you know... and the pizza had spinach on it with a thick home made crust and the thought of ice cream enters the brain. Ohhh planning out the next culinary glut... should I make some cookies? the kind with oatmeal and chocolate chips// am I a woman the chocolate ebbs and flows though my veins //the nasty donut holes at the gas station and an Aldi's madagaskar chocolate bar then yet another donut but this time with the filling. I feel the sugar crash Now I suppliment with caffeine-oh it seems so right--a small dallup of cream and a squeeze of honey. coffee the color of paradise
The swollen mildly glutten intolerate tummy and thick thigh of womanly girth you prove fine in this rainy night air.
The brain hurts and the mucus gland are rockin'
The digestive adventure begins (just glad I managed to avoid the pork products)
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