The older I get, the harder I find it to lose weight. I diet and exercise and lose a kilo. I have a passing thought about a plain cinnamon doughnut and I put on three kilos. There's nothing for it but to stop trying to lose weight and become a super fat, super villain *.
I've pretty much got my evil laugh down but I'm undecided as to it's tenor: 'creepy, gruff, and guttural', 'shrill and maniacal' or 'crazed or insane'?
I'll probably specialise in being a brain/mind transplant type of villain rather than the type who wants to blow up the world.
Anyhow, I'm off to have some chocolate-dipped, bacon-wrapped deep-fried chicken.
(Note. I am fat and have many fat friends and acquaintances. All of whom are good, industrious people.)
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