THIS IS NOT A PIPE?
You get to tip the scales at
9001. When you're that fat
nothing matters any more.
(except perhaps the width
of the door). I've always liked
skeletons myself, they rattle
the bones much better, and
skulls look great on a desk
by the pipe-rack. Now someone
sends me a photo of, what!
my own fat self? Getting there
buddy. Ouch! It's not me, I
hardly eat - I'm just now
filled up with experience.
Ain't that a treat oh
Mother Magritte.
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