including: but not limited to eating tons of cupcakes from Harlem's famed big butt maker "Make my Cake," without developing a case of the yacks.
Take that Karate cat! "Then I realized I wasn't in 1987 and I wasn't sleeping with My little Pony and that wearing anti-Iraq t-shirts had gone way out of style.
comforting: that some ballet dancers develop the rare disease known as overly posturpedic assholes.
True story mom.
Gone to stuff some Spanx girdles.
