you don't need to find the hole, there are enough warm moist crevices just teeming with life waiting to be explored by your stiff little solider. Good times going treasure hunting, in fact one time i came home with an entire litter of kittens I found while probing under her left tit fat.
Pfft, please do not feel sorry for my hot morbidly obese body, it truly is a masterpiece and a sex machine... I orgasm just looking down at my folds.. I may be a freakishly morbid obese person, but I am not a slob, I wash when I can and get on my motorized wheelchair to get my own damn food.. thanks.. Please, don't hate or judge...
I have a hard time feeling sorry for them. At the same time, I find it highly ironic that we live in a society that encourages being fat (by the remarkable availability of shit food, and inactive lifestyles), and at the same time places a high value on thinness. The resulting unhappiness is used to encourage consumerism. But I guess everybody has to make that decision to not eat properly and not get any excercise for weeks at a time.
Haha, I use to have a hoverround, but quickly grew out of it, I have one of these now... ...I customized it to move by remote control, I don't want to tire my arms, those arms are what feed me...
I think they are unhappy which makes me sad. I also wish they would grasp the concept that you only get ONE life. one body. one chance to do everything you want to do. why sit and eat...... go live. and if you're unhappy because of your weight, do something about it. I guess all in all I feel bad.
hey now im a fat kid and proud of it. its you skinny ones i worry about. being fat just means more of me to love
Of course I do... I hope one day that my body swallows the chair, and thus become a new breed of human... Oink, oink bitches...