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Wednesday, December 7, 2011
It's called FAT. Deal with it.
Today I was shopping looking for new clothes, when out of the blue some old bitch asked me in a loud booming voice, when I was due. I'm not even pregnant!! First of all, who the fuck asks strangers personal questions like that? Even if I was pregnant, it's none of your business how far along a stranger is. How dare you, miserable old cow. Have you looked in a mirror lately, because you looked to be a size 16 yourself, honey. Next time keep your questions and your two fucking cents to yourself. You're lucky I didn't have PMS because baby you're gonna catch the wrong bitch on the WRONG DAY! —You Ruined My Whopper Wednesday
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