FAJubl wrote


Start wearing purple! ('Start wearing Purple' by Gogol Bordello: )

lovescurves86 wrote


Why Buffalo? Don't get me wrong its nice to see Buffalo known for something other than snow, but why not DC or NYC?

Robovski wrote


Sorry, it's more of a set up to fun as opposed to the fun itself. Consider it chapter one of a story.

purple^sneakers wrote
Now for a less wordy response..

You're not alone. I'm frightened by my ever so slight gain. Frightened because I'm alone with it in reality. It's been spurred on by the interwebs but the harsh reality is that it's me that has to live with it every day. Most of the time I love the extra weight - but it's frightening when I think how I could be if I simply let go.

So yeah. You're not alone

Ippikiookami wrote
Now if only reality would imitate videographic art; Olivia and every other woman on TV would be ridiculously hot.

ChocolateCovered wrote
Ok, this happened a couple of days ago. I've been putting on a few lately and all my jeans are kind of tight. I had to catch a plane from LA to NY. To get through the airport security hassle I only wore a thin (and very tight) t-shirt, and carried a heavy jacket for when I arrived to the NY chills. While waiting for my plane to board I realized how hard it was to sit down comfortably. My tight shirt kept ridding up and I had to choose between letting my thick love handles show or having the pudge that has settled on my belly out in the open. My jeans were not helping either. Not only were they too small to contain my new girth (a nice roll of fat in my lower belly section bulged in them while the rest of my belly rounded over the waistband) they were cutting into my circulation big time. So... I decided to hang loose and wear my large bulky jacket. I put on my jacket and unbuttoned and unzipped my now covered jeans. I felt my bulging midsection released and I couldn't care less how high my shirt rose. That's how I got on the plane and fell asleep. Sometime in the middle of the flight I got really hot and in a daze unzipped my jacket and fell back asleep. You would think I would have noticed a draft, but I think I've slept naked too many times to be sensible to that. When we arrived at NY I felt down to unbuckle my belt. The first thing I felt was the nice roll of fat that sat on it, so I just pulled my shirt down and smirked. Then I got up and stretched. That's when I realized my jeans were wide open and my jiggly belly was fully exposed (since the shirt, of course, had ridden up again). I would have zipped my pants again, first thing that came to mind, and the hell did I try, but no matter how hard I struggled, I could'nt get the buttons in again. I had the second to last seat at the back of the plane, near the restrooms. Anyone passing by saw this lazy pig of a girl passed out with her blubbery gut exposed. FML

RubyRipples wrote
Yes of the kind that he is a black male, approached a few black females, they weren't interested in him, so therefore they go for white men.