My fat

I have nourished my fat for years. I feed it, clean it, clothe it; it keeps me warm in the winter, provides cushioning and makes me unattractive to others. I don't have to worry about being attractive and therefore I don't have to worry about fornication and adultery. Now I have to starve my fat, literally kill it. It's a part of me, I have to kill a part of me. I look forward to seeing the new me. I have to say good bye to the old me. When I cut off the food source of a growing thing it dies. Poetry in motion. See all the flabby people swimming. As they turn one way their fat lags behind. They stop but their flabby skin does not. Lets all turn to the right, all together now... turn.... Whirl Pool... Lets all jump on the trampoline. Our heads get to the top of the jump. We can no longer get any higher and start to fall. Our flabby skin is still going up...it meets our face as it is falling...we suffocate on the way down....Look at all the lonely dead flabby people on the trampoline... Do I have too much time on my hands?? Should I go back to work???

Ron...I don't know what else to say except for I LOVE YOU. I love getting on and reading every sick thing you have to say....you make me laugh and that is the best trait ANY man can have!!!! I am glad to hear that you are feeling well. I got my surgery approved, finally, and come March 29th will be in the same boat (or should I say pool) as you!!! Keep those posts coming...I am sure they put smiles on the faces of others too!!! Sam

I was telling a friend about what I had written. He asked me if I plan to be cur****ized after I loose the fat. Yes I said, all 3 feet of foreskin.

Hi Ron, You are TOO much!!! I think you have some time on your hands, but you are putting it too good use with your humor and poetry! Ok, here's something for you: My brother asked when I was going to buy thong panites.... I replied: Why bother, it would be a waste of the $5 spent, cause you couldn't see it anyway! Besides for $5 for 1 thong I could get a 3 pack of real panties. My brother then asked if I were going to get a boob job.... I replied: Well it would be nice to have them pointing to my eyes rather than my toes. He then asked if I were going to get them smaller. I replied: Why would I do that? I'm too used to giving myself 2 black eyes when I run. My brother didn't ask me any other questions..I wonder why? Hugs, Cindy

OMG!! I had to hang on to my fat while reading this! Ron!!! shame on you! what a hoot. All those dead flabby bodies! When we are in the water we can all wear green suits and we could look like lily pads in the water. You are one of a kind Ron, and I am proud to count you as my friend!

ROFL....Ron, welcome home, cuz! You are a riot! Good followup from Cindy, too! Kent

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