by Fat Chick Philly…
I sneaked another peak at her across the bar, trying my best to not look like I was looking, but it was too late, she had seen me already. Why was I trying to avoid being seen? Because I was shy? Not hardly. I was lonely, and I didn’t want to look like it.
More than that, I was horny, REALLY horny. The only problem was, she was fat: hippopotamus fat. It was nothing a few more beers couldn’t take care of, however, and anyway, there’s no shame in being lonely.
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