One young fat lad jogged gaily to the market. Lamely, he fell clumsily into a tar pit. Slowly, his eyes began changing into chocolate. “MMM,” said Laddie. Eating chocolate fattened poor Fattie-Laddie. But he loved liver slices with cheese-whiz, but they didn’t satisfy his animal intestines. Intestinal fluids gelatinize rocks. Oh that’s just DISGUSTING. So Fattie-Laddie didn’t bang his brother’s intestines.

   Noteably, this occurance is intruiging to few, and managed to steal Laddie’s BABIES! What babies did not like being shredded like bills? Yes. Unfortunately, Fattie-Laddie didn’t band any sluts that liked cheese-whiz. Even though he tried to.

   Colourful unicorns should not be sexually tickled. Ew. Unicorn food is frey and mushy. The unfortunately bland centaurs have horse genes. Racist sluts bang racist whores. They hate being called abolitionist fatasses, though they really were. Nowadays, they occasionally sit and watch band porn on BET. HBO’s jealousy boils like fat, hot, sweaty hookers. In NYC, the trashy white trash like to sneeze funny. Also, their sleazy mommas are cougars like Catherine “Rawrrr” Camp. Alice’s fat, sich children, threw tantrums at BJs. Not blowjobs. Shrink-wrapped TVs blew up. Their teacher fell asleep in class like Catherine. Down syndrome isn’t good for children or babies. Unless they like it. Alice’s children were retarded. It’s ok, but not. They have too many positive influences. That means they should have no fat friends. That’s bigotry! No. Obesity isn’t bigotry. It’s sick.W