A giant Neapolitan ice cream cone just walked into the Starbucks on Greenwich Avenue.
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5 comments:
Brian in NYC: The post is obviously a reference to the woman's three-color outfit, but you're obviously too stupid to figure that out. Sounds like your sister is better off than having to live with a moronic brother like you.
john b, I could agree with you except what about the color scheme requires the use of the word "giant"?
Brian, Sorry for your loss.
Love your blog, but this post seems needlessly mean. Photographing and criticizing a random person's weight and clothing because you're bored at a coffee shop doesn't make good content. Did this woman do anything to deserve your catty post besides not live-up to your stereotypical gay shallowness?
What's worse, your post wasn't interesting, funny or accurate. Any fatty knows vanilla is the middle flavor of Neapolitan - not strawberry.
>>Any fatty knows vanilla is the middle flavor of Neapolitan - not strawberry.<<
Norm: Hilarious!
Norm and Anonymous: Come on, guys. She's GIANT in relation to the size of an ice cream cone. Jesus Christ, fatties REALLY ARE touchy!
You're terrible Muriel!
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