I'm putting it up without any backstory or explanation. I believe this paragraph of solidified vinegar can stand on its own, like a Jell-O mold of indiscriminate rage:
And you are Suzy homemaker who makes cakes, cheese fondue, and eats useless fats, has what leg to stand on? But let me think about this...I will give up my 2 mile run in the morning, my 7 miles on the elliptical, plus an hour of endurance training to go back to that slob that I looked like 6 months ago. Vain...oh yeah baby, you got that's right. Take a look at my abs...not from
eating your american flag cake, or drinking beer on a Friday. Oh, forgot the most important thing...I am 46, and this body and cocky ass attitude still turns heads...maybe not yours...and I am so glad you are not interested in us cocky, conceeded, ripped, chiseled, full of piss and vinegar, dago boys, who can go for hours in the sack, from all the useless hours put in the gym. You win...You can have your flag cake and eat it too.
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