My pants are tight. By tight I mean the buttons are hanging on for dear life, their stringy necks strangled by my expanding waistline. At any moment, PING! One could go flying…so please use protective eyewear in my presence. Would anyone care to run backwards in front of me with a doughnut for the next couple of months?
Smells like apple soup in here.
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