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from: Mugtoe
cpe-65-27-96-64.mn.rr.com
03-03-28
00:53
No drugs allowed...
No fat chicks either...
wtf?
Woman, where's the fun in that? Fat chicks are COUNT! The problem is that you can have too many of em. And they have to be the right kinda fatchicks for it to be workable. There's the kinda fat chick who serves as a sorta house mother to a bunch of us, or the fat chick who gets us govt cheese and food stamps and stays outta the way, unless yer just REALLY binked and...well, let's just not talk about that, but keep er around anyway. Then there's the LUMP. That is the fat chick you want to avoid. She's no GoodStar. No NO.
Gimme the rosy-cheeked fatgirl that loves nothin more'n to hunker down and make her own gravy for me and giggle a bit and make slurpin noises while I watch TV. Ya know? it happens, dammit. It happens to me, and it happens to everyone I've known. THere's this fat chick from the neighborhood who was clean. Plumped up and, well, you heard gobblin girl. gofigger. Just, she ain't no Jumbo. She's a fun girl that's round all over and firm and sweet and hunkered down on my meat and makin eyes at me like, oh lord. And the chubby cheeks that look like glazed doughnuts shinin up at me before she wipes em on my pants leg.
where did that come from?
