I am about done trying to help people to lose weight. Listen, if you have made the conscious decision to be fat for whatever reason, fine, have at it. I am referring to the people who finds out I lost close to 200 pounds and ask me how I did it so they can do it. Once they realize it takes discipline, you can see their brains through their eyes saying, “Fuck it, let’s go to Hardee’s and get us some sausage, egg and cheese biscuits and hash browns. Don’t forget the Diet Coke” and dismiss me as some sort of freak of nature. Maybe I am one, let’s face it in this day and age having a bit of discipline and self-control has to be considered a genetic accident to be dismissed. Maybe if I call it a Gender Choice it may get some traction?
And on her way out, she will poison the well and salt the ground because she is that petty.
I am still laughing at this one. I believe Swamp Puppy is a better animal rename than Trash Panda was for racoons.
OK, I wrote too much of one day…hell, for the week. I am supposed to be semi-retired.