Oh this tickles me in a spot, if Loretta tickled me there, "I'd say, oh yeah, mmm, I like me some of that." On a serious note, you know that fat kid at the beach, perhaps your fat therefore, funny friend, who wears his t-shirt at the beach. At first its like, yeah, I get it, sunburn. But then,
when you grab your boogie boards to get your surf on, your big fatty fat platypose of a friend doesn't leave his Plain-White Tee at the turf! So naturally your like "Hey There Dililia, whats it like in underbelly city. Your pounds overweight, and right now you look so silly, yes you do." Ultimiately, you see his man tits through the shirt, so, just man up. If I
was overweight, I'd love it. Whole new arsonal of jokes. I'd be the funniest man alive. Some people have all the luck. So either take off the shirt, or get your stomache stappled you God Damn Grilled Cheeze Burger Mouth eating fat mother, fat titties, titty-mother fuckers.
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