How fucking stupid do you think I am? You've said some pretty low things about me before but insinuating that I don't know _exactly_ how much Charles Barkley, star of late 90s hit film Space Jam, weighed in his prime requires either utter ignorance or a really special kind of evil. I'm no professional but I'd bet the house you're a diagnosed psychopath.
Obviously my scales are damaged. As you've also been quick to point out, the only thing I am more than a promiscuous street whore who wears too much makeup, is morbidly obese. I don't even know how much I weigh anymore and haven't for some time. When my My Weigh XL700 (max capacity of 700 pounds) started just saying "error" I knew it was time to just stop worrying about it and never subject myself to the humiliation of being weighed by some industrial scale meant for automobiles. Nice to learn I damaged the damn thing. Thank you for that.
For what it's worth I couldn't help but think of Charles Barkley when I picked up the box but I dismissed it as I do often think of him anyway, as I'm sure we all do.
You know, I became much more frightened of you when my power came back on within a minute of telling you, "Okay. Maybe you're at least a little bit like Charles Barkley."
I mean were you outside my fucking house or something? Needless to say you immediately lost that Charles Barkley energy you had in that very moment. Oh, did I mention all the ranch went bad from the heat while the power was out? So that's a thing. Was that the plan?
Here's a thought for the block function on the site.
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How fucking stupid do you think I am? You've said some pretty low things about me before but insinuating that I don't know _exactly_ how much Charles Barkley, star of late 90s hit film Space Jam, weighed in his prime requires either utter ignorance or a really special kind of evil. I'm no professional but I'd bet the house you're a diagnosed psychopath.
Obviously my scales are damaged. As you've also been quick to point out, the only thing I am more than a promiscuous street whore who wears too much makeup, is morbidly obese. I don't even know how much I weigh anymore and haven't for some time. When my My Weigh XL700 (max capacity of 700 pounds) started just saying "error" I knew it was time to just stop worrying about it and never subject myself to the humiliation of being weighed by some industrial scale meant for automobiles. Nice to learn I damaged the damn thing. Thank you for that.
For what it's worth I couldn't help but think of Charles Barkley when I picked up the box but I dismissed it as I do often think of him anyway, as I'm sure we all do.
You know, I became much more frightened of you when my power came back on within a minute of telling you, "Okay. Maybe you're at least a little bit like Charles Barkley."
I mean were you outside my fucking house or something? Needless to say you immediately lost that Charles Barkley energy you had in that very moment. Oh, did I mention all the ranch went bad from the heat while the power was out? So that's a thing. Was that the plan?
You are a sick human being.