What the eff?
I don't understand the progression from "Sure, I'll have a shake with that," to "I have to get an MRI at the zoo and I haven't been able to find my penis in years." The super obese ones are the craziest. I'm talking can't-get-out-of-bed, family-pet-lost-in-an-arm-fold, Discovery-Channel-special types. Yo family members: they can't come after you if you stop bringing them cheese doodles. What, is fatty going to wing a bedpan at you if you refuse him nachos? You are in complete control. Replace the cheeseburgers with veggieburgers. If they holler and scream, just leave. It's that simple. Eventually they will have dwindled to a more manageable size, and hopefully, will have the good sense to thank you for forcing some health on them.
No comments:
Post a Comment