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This gut I’ve got won’t go away while I sit at my desk each day. Munching McDonalds in my car won’t land me “dancing with the stars”. Mashed potatoes, I have found, really help pack on the pounds. While French cut fries, it seems to me are helping clog my arteries. I do no exercise, to speak,- I think about it twice a week. This diet soda helps me not As muscles fade , I’ve gone to *** I’m gaining weight, my knees are shot Carting around this gut I’ve got. Is munching wonder bread the cause Or am I suffering Manopause.
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Dec 10, 2011
Dec 10, 2011 at 8:47 PM UTC
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This gut I’ve got won’t go away while I sit at my desk each day. Munching McDonalds in my car won’t land me “dancing with the stars”. Mashed potatoes, I have found, really help pack on the pounds. While French cut fries, it seems to me are helping clog my arteries. I do no exercise, to speak,- I think about it twice a week. This diet soda helps me not As muscles fade , I’ve gone to *** I’m gaining weight, my knees are shot Carting around this gut I’ve got. Is munching wonder bread the cause Or am I suffering Manopause.
I was visiting a friend of mine who is a Real estate broker. He is starting to resemble Jabba the Hut due tophysical inactivity. I visit him when I want to feel thin....
john-f-mccullagh
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Dec 10, 2011
Dec 10, 2011 at 8:47 PM UTC
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