My mom, like her Mom, and hers before that have an abundance of very rich food. Seriously, it's like consuming mass quantities of milkshake every time I eat. Om nom nom nom. Because of this, I have decided that a touch of bulimia may in deed, help me keep my boy-ish figure. (not really, don't report Mom to the services, please) So, the day before the 2 week anniversary of my super awesome fantastical exit from Mom's 'gina, I decided that I'd take after her, in her infancy, and projectile vomit...everywhere. Seemingly, everything I eat revisits the outside of my body, shortly after being nom'd. Mom says it looks like jizz. I'm not sure what that is, but I'm sure it's fun.
In advance, you're welcome Mom, Dad, Grandma, Grandpa, people who come to see me, other people who's houses we visit, couch, floor, chair, desk, rug, table, car seat, swing, bouncy seat, clean and dirty clothing, changing pad, bed, bassinet, and anyone/thing else that I may have missed, but won't be missing in the near future.
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