A Fat Kid walks into CVS…

During a crisis of conscience this morning I grabbed a package of Pop Tarts and walked back and forth to the counter several times until it occurred to me that I looked less like a guy battling the fat kid inside him and more like a meth head.


Pop Tarts re-shelved.

Crisis averted.

Besides, I need to save my calories for some fat kid Olympics viewing tonight where I will inevitably break down and emotionally eat over that fateful choice years ago to stop doing gymnastics so I could do a play.


This entry was posted in Uncategorized. Bookmark the permalink.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s