Your Stomach's Not Growling, It's Crying....

Shout out to A Bum's Paradise.

The buffet is what I call a good concept gone horribly wrong. Relieving human beings of any understanding of what is TOO MUCH, a smorgishborg (you like my wording there huh) of grease filled, artery clogging, diarrhea inducing entrees and deserts leaves one feeling temporarily satisfied until your extended toilet catastrophe earns you a trip straight to the emergency room. So, eat up. You'll need your strength for the fight against heart failure later on......

*Side shout out to the salad bar, which ain't doin shizzy but giving us another healthy option to decline....

At least you could make a music video...

...Televised too??

I Love You, Like a Fat Kid Loves Cake

Shout out to Obesity.

Look, I completely sympathize with all you fattys out there. Eating is good. Who needs exercise when the very act of opening your mouth to engulf 3 or 4 mayonnaise sandwiches causes you to sweat uncontrollably ? Utlizize your artistic expression with poems of ham and decorate those bare walls with a couple dozen "diabetes-explosion" burger wrappers. And yo, wow convienent it to have a natural head rest built right into your neck? Who cares if you havn't seen your penis in nine years? Sex is surely an impossibility for you by now. Just take a seat and relax. Bruh, it's fine, we were gonna throw out that steel chair anyway.....

Samuel Understands...

Kids are the Future