Seems that Fatass and Wife have emperically decided that their narrow-minded Midwest Baptist ham-and-corn-eating swine lifestyles should pour onto Marm's dreams like artery-clogging gravy over a perfectly healthy egg.
Fuck them, Marm. Fuck them right in their tight yet pasty and flabby asses.
Live your own dream. Make that carpet fly.
Just don't pee on it.
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