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CONGRATULATIONS!! You are a true, 100% Fat Girl
and, just like Camryn Manheim, you should be
proud of who you are and all you do. As a
reward, go to a local all-you-can-eat buffet
and celebrate until you eat yourself into a
size larger pants.


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I find this extraordinarily funny, considering that I answered the questions as truthfully as possible, am 5'2" and weigh 120 lbs., and still managed to get this result.

*sigh* Sick of being broke. Have absolutely no problem with being fat. Will now be auctioning off my metabolism to the highest bidder. Do I hear a ten? ;)

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Why don't they sell Gummi Bears by the colors? Seriously. I want to just buy a whole bunch of red ones, train them to kill and destroy, give a rousing speech with lots of wild hand gestures, and then use them to invade Poland.

Or, you know, eat them all, 'cause the red ones are my favorites. But I honestly can't figure out where the violent warmongering and crimes against humanity come in with that scenario.

Probably when you leave all of the orange Gummis bitter and alone in the candy store.

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Okay, I'm officially bored out of my mind. I went out and recruited a huge bag of Gummi Bears to the cause, but I knew there was a problem when I got home and the bag was empty. See?! I told you there's something seriously wrong with packaging the colors together! They're cannibals, I tell you! Cannibals! It would certainly explain the strange thumping beats coming from inside the bag and the forty-ounce drums they kept rolling into the damn thing.

(Either that, or I ate them. But I am not now nor have I ever been a GummiBearian. That's just plain sick, damn it. You revolting bastards.)

I've also been reminded by tree220 that I haven't made metaquotes today. Then again, I've been sleeping all day long. Even Dubya isn't amusing in his sleep, although he isn't invading anything or pissing anyone off then, either, which is good. (First person to make a gross sex crack or a hogging-the-covers-from-Laura crack gets bitch-slapped, and bitch-slapped hard.)

You know what? Let's do that thing where you guys ask me five questions each and I answer them in a witty, hysterical way. Or, you know, in a boring, coma-inducing way.

You just don't know what the Troll is cooking!

...

Okay, so it's a grilled cheese sandwich. Just ask me the damn questions.

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Does anyone have some coma-inducing head trauma I can borrow? My younger brother has yet to figure out the concept of, "My sister works a night job and maybe it might be a good idea to choose letting her get some sleep over starting my own rave in the very next room."

*grumblegrumble* The least he could do is bring me a Smirnoff and a glowstick. Sheesh.

Now, that's just cool.

Save us Bastian! You're "The Neverending Story"!


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