Sometimes I imagine that if my metabolism/thyroid had a voice it would sound something like Rick James when dealing with Charlie Murphy. I dunno. Just a thought.
I thought the rule was if you work hard and eat right it will act properly. like a reward " you been aight... these days. imma let yo fat ass lose some damn weight. burn some o dat fat off, yea you aight." but no, not every one's works the same. it gets lazy and lies and incriminates itself, much like when Rick James said. "i would never do that to Charlie Murphy"... and then he's like "yea, i did slap Charlie Murphy in the face....cocaine's a hell of a drug"
I want there to be like the metab-olice. They catch it acting up and just be like "freeze" beat it senseless then make it act right with no time for parole. It should be like a federal offense in the corporal justice system. I know I'm a fool but a girl could dream.'
Aight, well, now maybe I'll get my friggin metabolism to work right for good behavior. These sexy bitches be pressin' on...
(p.s I know ya'll love the cocaine/rick james relation to my fat life ...right??)
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yea, i be lovin it... but i dont know who rick james is...
i'm a fatso... yup... a fatso...
you don't know know who rick james is? bitch?!
She's a brick...houuuse
haha. i loved that. it was remarkably.... graphic. provocative, even.
feel better?
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