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Pummeling through fat like the red hot hammer of Communism!
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Dinner's Deadly Dirge
They call me "Meals." That's what I do. That's what I'm made of. We may not matter donuts to durians in this bulemic purge of a world, but I like to think there's a new feed coming tomorrow. A little one, balanced with Carbs, Proteins--even their soft and plucky sister, Fats in small doses. They say we all dine alone, but I know there's another gravy stained slob stuffing his face in Shanghai, in Dubai, in Prague. Meat grazes his grease slick lips and he squeals like a mewling sow, "Oh, how did ...
They call me "Meals." That's what I do. That's what I'm made of. We may not matter donuts to durians in this bulemic purge of a world, but I like to think there's a new feed coming tomorrow. A little one, balanced with Carbs, Proteins--even their soft and plucky sister, Fats in small doses. They say we all dine alone, but I know there's another gravy stained slob stuffing his face in Shanghai, in Dubai, in Prague. Meat grazes his grease slick lips and he squeals like a mewling sow, "Oh, how did it ever come to this?"
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Member Since: 10/9/2007
SparkPoints: 864
SparkAmerica Minutes: 182
My Goals:
I'm not really down with this being fat thing.
My Program:
Combine raw determination with burning self-hatred to sweat and diet myself into unachievable hotness. Also, be healthier. Some of my friends and I leave insulting messages on each other's pages. This is consensual and actually part of the process. I like to think of it as "aggressive weight loss facilitation." Don't worry, I won't be mean to you.
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