Famous Fat

I was a pleasantly plump perky person—probably—perhaps—possibly—perchance. That is until a suspect social science study suggesting a somewhat similar situation summarized me as an obnoxious overweight overly overt ogre. Suddenly my ferocious feeding frenzies freaked flagrant foreboding. While wisdom waned and wittiness withered a wiseacre whirlwind wholeheartedly worked wonders with wishful words woven wryly, wilting wrath and waging whimsical war with worthless wile. If only I was famous, for famous fat is fantastic and flaunted with flare. Yes, faultfinding fatuity is a favorite faux pas. Alas, such hauteur running havoc only heightens my hunger.

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