I am happy (!) to announce that I've sworn off Fast food, all of it. Goodbye, my Bonnie McDonalds! Adios, Taco Bell! Git Gone, KFC! Thanks to Super Size Me and Fast Food Nation I've drastically reduced my chances of giving myself Steatohepatitis, Coronary Heart Disease, all kinds of Cancer, and the always-fun polycystic ovarian syndrome. I used to think it couldn't GET any better than a double quarter pounder with cheese, which turns out to be the most likely thing on the menu to kill you.

So Holla

Why is it every year for christmas SOMEONE always gives me The Worlds Most Annoying Sweater?

Either WMAS is so fugly Cliff Huxtible wouldn't wear it, or it's pretty, but has a flaw so aggravating you'd just as soon burn it as wear it. Maybe it gives you extra static-y hair, or it leaves little fuzzballs everywhere you go, or it's small enough so that the only person wearing it is gonna be your Cabbage Patch doll.

This year I got a fuzzy green one, that is very very soft but does the fuzzball thing, is way to baggy in the front, which is bad for the boobs, no doubt, but worse for the tummy.

If one more person puts a hand on my belly and asks if I know what it is yet, I'm gonna take this sweater off and stuff it down their throat.

So there.

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