I just done read this here story bout a woman over to Oregon that lost herself 800 pounds. At one time she done weighed more'n 1200 pounds. I'm mighty glad she's feelin better now. Soon as I finish up tellin' y'all this, I'm gonna go on over to Tiny's trailer and tell him all bout it. Tiny is Large Marge's little brother. No one knows 'xactly how much Tiny weights but some folks figger it's prolly somewhere roundabout 600 or 700 pounds. We keeps tellin him he's lucky he lives in a one-story trailer on account he might end up like them folks yer all the time seein with that there Richard Simmons feller. How embarrassin would it be to have a fork lift have to git y'all outta yer second-story bedroom winda? How could y'all face yer naybors again? Anyhow, I think Tiny should be knowin bout the lady over to Oregon so he knows he don't gots to live his whole life wonderin if he can fit through doors or not. Truth be told, I think his number one problem is Large Marge. Y'all remember she's a waitress down to the diner, right? Anyhow, she knows bout Tiny's weakness fer biscuits and gravy and how he just can't help hisself when it comes them and he just stuffs hisself til he can't stuff no more in. So what does Large Marge do? Every dag burn day she brings him home all the leftover biscuits and gravy from down to the diner! Now y'all tell me. Is that somethin a sister should do? I don't rightly think so, but who is I to say? Shoot. I prolly shouldn't say no more bout Large Marge. She'll be sneekin that dag burn Sanka into my cup again 'stead of givin me my regler coffee. Well, y'all have a good day. I'm off to see Tiny. Least I know he'll have some food to offer me.
I a in't in no way affilitated
with no one by the name a trailer_park_honey. She's a liar and a thief.
That don't mean I'm sayin nuthin bad bout this here lady who's a right fine singer.
