...and Megan could eat no lean.
As I was getting dressed this morning, I sat down on the futon to zip up my boots. The futon arm snapped, dumping me on to my cushy behind. I know I screamed, and immediately felt ashamed for being such a girl. But as I sat stunned, it dawned on me that I had just broke Tom's futon meaning:
Not only am I old and out-of-shape, now I am offically FAT and old and out-of-shape.
I am single-handedly crushing large wooden pieces of furniture with my ass. Watch out, or I'll sit on you too.
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