As
the weather cools down, everyone seems to get a little blue. All of my
friends (and myself) complain that their waistlines expand as the
temperature drops. The bicycles go into storage and the idea of getting
up to run when it's dark and cold outside is completely unappealing. We
crave comfort food. Perhaps some meat on some bread with some cheese on
it. Deep-fried potatoes on the side would be nice. They'd be even
better dipped in mayonnaise. So, yeah, we're all feeling fat. And
perhaps lonely; the colder it gets, the more we want someone warm to
cuddle with.
Well, friends, if the
world's fattest man—who hasn't even left his bed in six years can get
married—you (and I) should have hope that our fat asses won't be all
alone in our cold beds this winter.
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