This is Ray Vecchio and I am OUTRAGED!
I AM NOT FAT!!
My waist is 32". THAT is not FAT! Ask anybody, anybody! I don't even eat your stupid chocolate, Wonka! TAKE THAT, you fiendish toad. With bad hair! And oh, sweet Mary, the WORST glasses I have EVER seen in my ENTIRE life! And I'm gonna carry on eating cheeseburgers and polenta and waffles and calamari BECAUSE I LIKE IT!
So- you can just- just- go and be PURPLE somewhere else! Another Whipple-Scrumptious Fudgemallow Delight will never again pass these lips. I'm on strike. That is all.
(Asher, point me towards Hershey.)
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No one's insulting you, Ray. Relax man. Let it go.
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I don't have a glass...
*indignant sniff*
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I don't have a cork screw...
*indignant sni-*
Nah, I'm just yanking your chain. Want one?
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So how many people is it going to take to tell you that you're not fat? Cause if you're fat..I'm old.
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Well, you are forty-f- uh, I mean, thanks, I guess. No more people needed. I figure an A list celeb should know what he's talking about. *pats his stomach*
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