/giggles.Originally Posted by Evans
She should put all the food at the other end of a treadmill. Too dumb to go by the sides, and too fat to make it, he'd surely suffer a great deal.
"You're a fatty, fatty, fatty, fatty."
"What's your son doing?"
"Apparently, he's doing the fatty dance. Inappropriate? Yes. But I'm raising my son to be a straight shooter."
