“What, my waffle? Yeah, I’m gonna finish it,” said Ed.
“Oh, just cause I thought with your diet and everything that you weren’t going to. Maybe you shouldn’t,” said Gary.
“Dude, I’m not on a diet and I’m just trying to eat my breakfast,” said Ed.
“Oh, I thought with your weight issues that you’d be on a diet. I mean, that’s so much syrup on that waffle. It’s gooey with syrup,” said Gary lustfully.
“You’re a jerk,” said Ed.
“Dude…,” said Gary.
Gary tried to roll forward but his
girth prevented any forward motion. Ed smiled a syrupy smile and took another
bite of his waffle.
“Yeah, mammary glands,” said Ed as he pointed at Gary’s massive man boobs.
Gary looked wounded through his heavy face, which reddened at Ed’s barbs.
“No, I think you just come here to torment me,” said Gary.
“Yeah, there’s that too. But I do love you bro,” said Ed.
“Then when is she going to see you? You’re always going to be like this as far as I can tell,” said Ed.
“You’re not helping me,” said Gary.
“You’re not helping yourself,” said Ed.
“I CAN’T,” yelled Gary.
“I’m sorry man, I just, you know,
want to motivate you to get back to the way you were, like, when we were young,”
said Ed.
“Well, telling me that I’m morbidly
obese and that I’m a Jabba the Hutt or I’m some disgusting thing isn’t helpful,” said Gary.“I’m sorry man. I just…you know… I dunno, I just want you to be better,” said Ed.
Gary reached up and wiped the sweat off his forehead. His hair had gotten too long since he hadn’t been able to go to a barber. He brushed his hair from over his ears.
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