trash-like-ruben:
Yeah I get that, I guess. At least you could die happy and warm or whatever if you got super obese and died. I always imagine that super obese people are always super warm. Like…not in a comfortable way. Like in a sweaty, hellish kind of way. My aunt’s obese, she smells like rat poison and blue cheese, but not sweat. Hmm. Oh, so you’re a gentleman? Classy, I like that. Y’know I wasn’t gonna get on all fours at first, but now you’re sorta starting to persuade me. I kid, I kid. I’m not gay.
Oh my god. Ew. That sounds horrible, I hate being hot and sweaty. After I go to the gym I can’t do anything before I shower because it’s so disgusting. So, if I die in my worst fear, I’ll just die because my life sucks. Whoa, that’s actually disgusting. Remind me to never meet your aunt, although I’m sure she’s a nice lady. Uh, yeah, I guess. I’m pretty much a gentleman. Oh, I’m not gay, either.







