You might wanna sound a little less like a fat duck, Daryl. I can hear those feet slapping on the sidewalk a block away. I can smell your garlic breath before you walked out your door. And what the hell was that, Jenny? What are you doing? Yoga? You move about as fast as a pig.. swimming.. in gravy.
"i binged on 4 bananas" 😓😓😓 we live in a society of such disordered minds, it makes me want to cry