Last night I was in the drive through at
doing research on the fat/sugar intake of the average American
(I know, I know, but someone has to sacrifice so you are welcome)
when I found myself in back of this vehicle.
You have to admire the ingenuity of a girl, who, when faced with the sad fact that "HOTTIE" is taken,
steps up to the plate and goes the distance with the letters left in the reject pile.
Which leads me to the following verse:
I caughddy
a hoddy
being naughddy.
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