Lies Are Wise

Uncomfortable confronting your continuous consumption to which you're accustomed, the crunch, the chew, it's all you do, most munch at lunch while you the whole day through, can't get a grip like a hug holding you but when you sip it's a diet brew no added sugar and calories are few, but many saturated fats are stacked impacting with gross growth of fat sacks, so you boom take up too much room and stay still through sore joints you feel as you can't conceal spare tires that spill. You've an ahss with a difference surpassing any ahss in existence by a significant distance with its significant distance disappearing in the distance to France and French Resistance wanting removal in an instance with intense insistence . To lose weight you need to move mate. Eat less move more, it works for sure, though at first a chore instead of bursting out you'll once more fit through the door, and not resemble a dinosaur, the sore-thighs-and-a-sore-ahss-eyesore-osaurus. All four storeys of your inglorious girth awkwardly bulges before us, taunting as you pass us at speeds outclassed by a passed its best tortoise, a daunting and torturous sight for our poor eyes that sore at size you can't ignore as your broad and soaring baggy core drags flab and more flab along the floor. To dine all the time like an assembly line from 9 to 9 makes you the widest of mankind with a need to wear a wide load sign on your behind, eating on repeat until you can't see your feet or get out of that seat while hoarding heat roasting in rotation as a gravitational orbit results, these insults should install motivational mass to counterweight your morbid oversized ahss, … so yes your ahss looks fat since you asked. Realise she hates guys that tell lies, she cries, so I told her she's oversized and learnt lies are wise, don't tell her she's wide from side to side or in her thighs, cus her size cry makes her lies cry look a lie, lies are wise.