bags and bags and bags
obscene amounts of candy
make obscene fat ass
In an apparent desire to cure me of being "too skinny," my husband went out and bought some Halloween candy.
1 bag of Reeses Peanut Butter Cups
1 bag of Three Musketeers minis
1 bag of Butterfinger minis
1 bag of Baby Ruth minis
2 bags of Nestle Crunch minis
Have I mentioned there are only, like, seven kids that live in our neighborhood and two of them live in my house?
Have I also mentioned that my stomach is still not right from being sick last week, so I can’t actually eat any of the SIX BAGS OF HALLOWEEN CANDY sitting on my kitchen counter?
Might as well put a leash on me and sic growling dogs at my gentials. I think that would be preferable.