Showing posts with label what my scale said. Show all posts
Showing posts with label what my scale said. Show all posts

Saturday, January 16, 2010

What My Scale Might Say If It Could Talk

Welcome to "Same Old Sh*t" Saturday, where I show my sincere commitment to recycling by throwing up old posts for you to read while I'm off running errands. This has been a somewhat serious week around JSGF, what with the Onederland lovefest and all, so I thought I'd balance out the equalibrium by re-posting a stupid list that has no redeeming qualities other than it made me chuckle to read it again. Hope that goes the same for you...

  • “Get off! Get off! Get off!”
  • “Maybe you’re just retaining fat.”
  • “They say any loss is a good loss. How’s about -.00001 lbs.?”
  • “Here comes the pain!”
  • “Round and round she goes, where she stops, nobody knows.”
  • “When you lose, you take all the credit; when you gain, ya blame me!”
  • “Looks like you’ve got Dunlap’s Disease. Your belly’s done lapped over your belt.”
  • “Ummmmph!”
  • “On the moon, you’d only weigh 43 pounds.”
  • “Why don’t you try again… maybe it’ll be drastically lower.”
  • “And you thought nobody saw you eat those chips…”
  • “Good news: you’re still beating anorexia!”
  • “Does this number make you look fat?”
  • “Tippin’ is encouraged. Get it, get it? Tippin’ the scales… ah, you don’t know funny.”
  • “Are you a glutton for punishment or just a regular glutton?”
  • “For God’s sake–will you please put on some underwear?”
  • “BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA….”
  • “Let’s say we just call it two hundred and plenty?”
  • “I’ve got an idea: today I’ll stand on you and call you a f*ckin’ b*tch.”
  • “Say, are you losing weight?

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