Losing weight is my worst nightmare.
Collarbones, hip bones, jaw bones...spine!
No, no, no.
So I'm taking a day off.
Drinking lots of milkshakes.
Send happy birthday hugs to
the parents of Spen. Hug, Hug.
No worries today - off with that, too.
I love you, I love you and
I'm skipping out. No, I haven't
left yet, haven't slept yet.
Haven't even digested, absorbed yet.
Get the tickets, book the show.
Sell the car and say I know.
(that was a mouthful. good night. Send me happy wishes of weight gain)
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