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Makes Me Fatta

Yada yada yada love those enchiladas Any time of the day, don't care if it makes me fatta Nothing else spins my noodle Could eat oodles and oodles Italy wouldn't exist without my pasta extravaganza

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Maureen McGreavy The Insolent Rib

Date: 11/2/2018 8:53:00 AM

Enjoyed this, I'm off the noodles :( to heal my noodle :) ...xomo!

Jack Ellison
Date: 11/2/2018 9:13:00 AM

I wait anxiously for your name to appear every morning... brightening up my day!!! Works every time! Love you immensely dear MoMo... Jacko XOX

Tom Cunningham

Date: 11/2/2018 6:57:00 AM

Having a spare handle is handy, something for the young fillies to hold on to.

Jack Ellison
Date: 11/2/2018 9:17:00 AM

Started to gain a bit recently, but I' back on track again... lost 4 lbs. in the past week! YEE HAW!!! Actually got something else the young fillies to hang on to!!!!!!!!!