I can feel myself getting fatter

Tonya says it’s bullshit but I am on to her nice-ness. I am eating anything and everything at any time of the day I choose. I have not fed this way since my travails in Europe. In Hungary, I fucked up every pastry shop in the Pest district. In Vienna, I went to a sausage party at an outdoor skating rink and ate bratwurst. Just this week in Miami, I ate dulce de leche mini cakes and now that I’m back home Tonya left me with this Vermont special butter. It’s special because it tastes so good you don’t realize you’re getting fatter.

But I know… You can’t outsmart me butter.

One thought on “I can feel myself getting fatter”

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s