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Thursday, July 15, 2010
I am overweight by forty pounds with tits only a huge giant ape would love. So when I visit good ole Sal's, the only offerings are XL shirts the width of a facecloth or these fucking gaudy wouldn't-even-wear-it-when-I'm-90-&-blind polyester pieces of crap that are so short, most women like me would look like a bar fridge.
I have to go to the men's section every friggin' time but I'm really tired of dressing like my old man. Bastard even steals my shirts and makes the pits smell like five day old sardines fried on dog shit. —I Will Not Wear Clingy Pink Tops For All The Tea In Tattoo's Hole
Tags: size matters