“This does not equate to good choices, fat ass,” judgeth the red bird.
I can’t hide anything from this damn bird. He knows all.
“This does not equate to good choices, fat ass,” judgeth the red bird.
I can’t hide anything from this damn bird. He knows all.
“I heard you complaining about gaining weight…think this kind of choice has anything to do with it, fatty?” asketh the red bird. “And clean your desk!”
Yeah…eating healthy has become very tricky. I’m working on it, you stupid bird.
