I was never gonna be able to check this one off, not 'cause I was a prude or nothin', but 'cause I was gonna keep doin' it. Crop tops and booty shorts every dang day. I wanted everyone to know exactly how much weight I done gained. I wanted my flesh to shimmer with grease and sweat for the world to see. More than that, I wanted everyone to smell me. Smell them hellish odors that I could achieve with my mouth, with my lady parts, with my backside, all of 'em combin' to be a human dumpster. When I got there of course, folks would have to settle for a curvy girl who done forgot her deodorant for now.
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How 2 Slob
FantasyEver'one been wonderin' how I done gone an' did it, turnin' myself into the human example of a pig stench and all fer years now so I reckoned I oughta do what I love an' treat myself to this here biography tellin' you how it happend, every step of t...
