the idea of getting so stoned and helpless that you just open your mouth to every food your feeder offers, plowing right past your usual limits, and the next day you wake up still full and round wondering what the hell you did to yourself. but by the evening, once your belly's deflated a little, you think what's the harm in popping another edible and having a snack or two... until it's a nightly habit and the pounds are piling on at a rate people are officially calling "concerning"

















