Dear Back-fat, Bum-flab, Love-handles and Thunder-thighs
Prepare to meat your end….
You are little less than anatomy squatters and I have come to realize that cellulite breeds like rabbits, No longer however will I tolerate your globules presence whether it be bubbling over the waist of my jeans, wobbling on my thighs, bouncing on my bum or crawling on my back.
Back-fat know that your demise is in the gravitational pull of free weights….
Bum-flab and love handles…you will die dizzy …. The twirly-wirly nature or belly dancing will wiggle you to death rest in peace.
Thunder-thighs your death will be very run of the mill… tread mill that is….
So be gone foul creatures your time here is done…. Vacate your place of squatting to make place for a whole new development of sexy
You have been warned
I hope you are well
Kind regards
Lee
6 comments:
be glad you are gyming
You are adorable. I'm treadmilling lately too. I don't think my fat rolls are all to scared of me though.
Good luck to you, cutie pie!
That is awesome!! Just please don't send them this way!! :)
You have back fat? Dude! TMI! Get on that treadmill, stat. It is not yet your time.
I hardly think Pam had back fat at your age, for Christ's sake.
Please have that little pep talk with my lard. It seems it went deaf listening to my pleas years ago.
mwaaaaaaaaaahahahahahahaaaaaaaaa...
that was awesome!!!
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