As I was walking around the thrift store the other day I found an old weight scale. Curious to see if it still worked I stood on top of the scale. The pointer shot up to a number I had not seen since I gained my “Freshman 50.” In shock I stepped off quickly and exclaimed “the scale is broken!” Once I stepped off Drew, my sister’s fiance, stepped onto the scale. Once the pointer stopped and showed him his weight he responded “No, it’s not brok….” I aggressively stopped him from finishing his statement and exclaimed once again that “it’s BROKEN!”
I swear, it was BROKEN…
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Dieting sucks…
The good ol’ days. He’s growing up way too fast.
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