The President, the Prime Minister, and most of the heads of state should give serious thought to cutting their heads off. Then they will know what it's like to remove 10 pounds of useless fat from their bodies.
You can be born, grow like a Big Sur pine, be pregnant with twins, get a sex change, and possibly even die without the extremes we have to go to for that big BMI thumbs-up.
And it's a thankless task. Husbands and families don't care. You don't get the support or appreciation you get when you finish the New York Marathon. No hot deals for you in the local titty gym. Whether you like it or not, you are being punished.
I would like to see Jennifer Hudson cursing one of those fucking bottles of juice that need a calculator to figure the calories. I'm tired of perky people seamlessly transiting 50 pounds in a click.
Weight loss is a process and it's rarely geometic. Tubbbo is an adult journey with the explicatives included, the gloves off, and the hot sauce added.
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