As many of you may know, a few months ago I quit my job at Sweet Priscilla's, where I was assistant manager and chef.
As many of you have seen, there's a lot of fat around that cafe. The basic recipe for everything was a pound of butter, a dozen eggs, a half pound of sugar, and some flour, and IT SHOWS.
In the year that I worked there, I gained 20 pounds.
In the two and a half months that I've been unemployed, I've lost it all because I am currently living below the poverty level and all I can afford to eat are onions.
But I can finally fit into pants my size again and go topless around the neighborhood.
But with all these changes, my right boob is looking wierd. It better get itself back into shape because I might have to, reluctantly, become a stripper.
I hate dancing and men with eyes!
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