Saturday night, the gang and me went to our local Spur for all you can eat ribs. I was smart and ordered a tramezzini. I know my limits. Ferdi, well, he is not the same anymore. Ever since he entered the working world he has been seeing avoiding lifts, and now climbs stairs. His belly is starting to disappear. I dont know my brother anymore. He needs help. I am afraid he might even start to wear pink shirts any day now.
You can see by these pics that he is ashamed of his condition. Look how he tries to cover up. Us girls eventually had to hold his arms so we could show you what state he is in. Please submit your suggestions and advice for Ferdi here. Its much appreciated. Thank you.
5 comments:
if you keep posting lies, im going to report you to blogger,and get youre blog removed
Some people should just not work!
Feed him lots of chocolate and Ice cream.
Oh and a pizza or two before bed each night, in two to three years he should be the old ferdi again
Its no lie, princess M. You were too busy flirting with Basti and Shawn to notice Ferdi. I think its all your fault. Some people hit the bottle when they are depressed, Ferdi just stops eating.
Thanks for the advice Berny. Weasel and I will force feed him tonight.
Thats not true I did finsh! Jou ma!
But I think Berny is right get me some ice-cream stat!
Whatever kwagga
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