My Saturday nights usually consist of me rummaging though the kitchen complaining of my starvation and how there’s “nothing to eat in this house.” When in actuality there is plenty of food, and I’m not even hungry. Jealous?
Categories: My Fat Ass
My Saturday nights usually consist of me rummaging though the kitchen complaining of my starvation and how there’s “nothing to eat in this house.” When in actuality there is plenty of food, and I’m not even hungry. Jealous?
Categories: My Fat Ass