And now I'm 700 pounds. And I still have a craving for cheesecake. And cheesesteak. And anything else with the word "cheese" in it. As Marge Simpson once said, at her husband's wedding [EDIT: FUNERAL -- WOW, WHAT FREUD WOULD MAKE OF THIS SLIP] , "I wish they'd never invented fried cheese!" Now my girlfriend calls my "love handles" "those mudflaps". Thanks for nothing, Baker Street.
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