Well, it’s happened, and while this partially might be too much information, I guess I’ve got to buy a couple of pairs of fat pants until and unless I manage to lose this weight, else I’m just going to keep squeezing my bladder into muscle spasms. My button is a good four inches from where it should be, which is why I no longer even button it, and just keep hoping my belt will keep things from getting publicly out of control.
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The unsupported use case of Bix Frankonis’ disordered, surplus, mediocre midlife in St. Johns, Oregon.
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