For breakfast, I usually have a pound of bacon, six eggs and four pieces of white toast with butter and grape jelly. I always drink three glasses of milk to my one cup of coffee.
I work in downtown Cincinnati and always take the bus. My ass is so big, I usually take up two seats. I don’t care. I always bring my raisins with me on the bus in case I get hungry.
While at work, to tie me over until lunch, I’ll have a couple candy bars and a couple Mountain Dews. I usually go to the restroom a lot. I don’t care.
They give me really bad gas, but I love White Castles. Those hamburgers are really little, so I always have 20 for lunch along with three orders of onion chips and a super large Mountain Dew.
In the afternoon, I’m in the restroom even more because of that gas pain from eating those burgers. I don’t care. They tasted good.
I’ll eat a couple of candy bars until I get off from work and go home and prepare for dinner.
Pizza and chicken wings usually rule for my dinner hour. To please my husband, I’ll drink Diet Mountain Dew instead of my usual.
After dinner, I’ll have a whole cheesecake for desert, after which I’m ready for sex. My husband says he’s turned off by my 400 pound body and doesn’t want to have intercourse. I tell him to just roll me in flour until he finds my wet spot.
I live to eat. I don’t care.
(Photo of disgustingly fat Doris from au.geocites.com)