The C Word.

No, I’m not talking about “cunt”. I’m talking about the grisly discovery I found today while I was stretching after my run this morning. Motherfuckin’ CELLULITE. I kind of wanted to die. I was always known for my firm, muscular legs but I pretty much went downhill in the past six months. I guess it’s karma for all of those years of making fun of Stacey Wallin and gross fat, party people with no class. Oh, oops, my bad. Guess it’s time to get on the Stairmaster.

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