Skelly has decided he does not like me or the bottle. He thinks that 18lbs is about all that he would like to weigh and that will be all-kthanxbye. Oh wait, 2,3, and 4 am--ok, lady I'm willing to eat right about NOW!! Joey thinks that talking to him about this will work...."Skelly, are you hungry, are you planning on eating or are you done? Done? Ok, see your mother in a few hours, night...."
Methinks that Skelly is having the same muffin top issues that I am....I have enough muffin top for both of us.
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