Troubleshooting Your Girl: Dieting
February 28, 2007
I know, I know, you’re happy just the way you are and couldn’t care less about your potbelly and manboobs. But she isn’t.
So if you’re uncomfortable about the fact that a goldfish eats more in an hour than what your girl eats in a week, don’t be.
The moment you courted her, you signed an imaginary contract binding
you to doing whatever activity she is obsessed with at the moment. That
means you have to eat like a rabbit too when she asks you to. And by
“ask” I mean “obligatory or else you get raped in the ass by ten
well-endowed Koreans who are somehow under your girl’s payroll”.
