Saturday, September 5, 2009
Hey this post is a reply to Joel's current post. Yes, the one about girls being *ahemahem*.
I'll first say that
(1) I am not a liar. And
(2) I'll say, Elizabeth Han, if you say you're fat, then I must be the size of Jupiter. Lady, reread (1) and try to get it into that overly-fat-conscious head of yours!
Elizabeth Han. My friend. The best friend. The one that tells you flat out in your face you're wrong. The cold hard truth, but with a touch of sympathy edged towards you.
Ahh, Elizabeth Han. That girl who wakes up in the middle of the night to get a high-in-ajinomoto snack, that girl who breathes in more cat hair than oxygen.
Elizabeth Han. She's the one whose ears turn scarlet when she laughs or cries, the one who'd rather lick a public toilet seat 52 times than touch a house lizard.
Elizabeth Han! The little girl who once had seemingly undying adoration for annoying blonde church boys, and who hid her mother's switches so that she'd get away without a spanking.
Elizabeth Han. The one who plays that piano.
FAT????
YOU HAVE GOT TO BE KIDDING ME.
If you wanna see fat, I'll SHOW YOU FAT.
Look at how he points for more food.


Lastly, thought I'd add this one. *wink*

And this, my lovely readers, is Elizabeth Han.

See those scrawny legs? She's all bones, I tell you. I should be jealous, I'm probably three times her weight! And size.
HAHAHAHA. I LOVE YOU, LIZZIE. This post is for you.
Grace
"The picture of obesity: A big man scoffing down five donuts ringed around each of his fingers, while he stands in front of an elevator. Beside the elevator, is a flight of stairs."
-Seth Borges
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