"My husband is always hungry. He cannot control himself."

"He takes too much sugar. He likes to drink fruit juices. But I understand why because his job is always outdoors in the hot sun."

"I have to hide the chocolate biscuits otherwise he will finish them all. I don't like sweets at all. But I will buy them sometimes when I go for my shopping."

"He is such a child. I don't bother controlling his diet or telling him what is good and what is bad for him, because he has to help himself. If he doesn't want to change nobody is going to want to do it for him."

"I don't know what his plan is. I just tell him 'Maybe you want some hot nurse to take care of you.'"

"He complains when I don't join him during his diets. I say 'Join you for what? I don't have a problem.'"

Says the biggest unflushed turd I've ever met wearing human clothes. πŸ˜‚πŸ˜‚πŸ˜‚ This bitch can't even sit on a chair because her jiggly thighs have no gap. Her lap only separates at the knee joints, that's how far down they go without any partition between her legs.

Meanwhile her husband has lost weight since I saw him at the wedding. And all the women who were nodding along to this roly poly sausage bitch asked him if he actually lost weight or if he was just wearing a loose shirt because they couldn't believe their eyes.