My good friend the Lard Logger sent me some pictures from his recent trip to the supermarket. I’m kind of like Jekyll and Hyde at the supermarket. The Jekyll personality in me spends 4 fucking hours buying a single meal because I check the nutrition facts on everything in a desperate attempt to balance binge drinking with good eating to hopefully not end up with adult onset diabetes. My Hyde shopping mindset ends up just waltzing through the store grabbing jalapeño Pringles and fried chicken and Chef Boyardee and Pepperidge Farms Verona cookies (Milanos ain’t got shit on Veronas, and anyone who thinks differently is a fucking moron who should just cut their tongue off now), just chomping anything that I see. From the looks of things, these folks are missing the Jekyll part of their brains.
These folks actually aren’t that fat, but that fried chicken isn’t exactly adding years to anyone’s life.
The worst fucking thing in the world is arm fat. You’re allowed to give yourself heart disease if you love cheeseburgers enough that a life without them isn’t worth living, but for the love of god please don’t wear sleeveless shirts if your arms look like bags full of water.
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