Eat a Salad
The girl next to me at work is fat. Which would be fine if she didn’t blame her fatness on “genetics”. however, I blame her fatness on the Popeye’s motherfuckin’ Chicken she eats for lunch.
I 20something guy who moved to sucker free San Francisco from sweet home Chicago in May 2008...then I met a girl and moved to Copenhagen, Denmark. Then I came back to Chicago.
This is a chronicle of how I get down out here. It's almost entirely submitted via iPhone, so most of it is close to or in real time, which is comical in itself mostly nonsense.
The girl next to me at work is fat. Which would be fine if she didn’t blame her fatness on “genetics”. however, I blame her fatness on the Popeye’s motherfuckin’ Chicken she eats for lunch.
