Since Karofsky and the rest of Lima’s “finest” Pussy Department will not be covering the cost of the consultations I’ve had to reschedule while being held hostage for a yet-to-be-determined amount of time, Dr. Snix will be coming soon, to a late night hospital near you.
Yep. Turns out even I can’t afford to sit around, eating my sad girl feelings. I’m up 1.25 pounds, and Mama needs a routine before this biweekly fettuccine hits her. Hard. As of tomorrow, you can catch me riding the Red Bull diet from 12-7 AM, #grinding at the local ER until the nightmare ends.










