Bitch, if it was your idea to cut my two connected “cakes” in two then I hope you just kill yourself.
Fat bitch. I hope you die soon. You look like you’re perpetually taking a shit. Rude fat fucking bitch.
Fucking immature asshole. You use all upper case letters to me while you use lower case letters to others. Seven bullets through your head, seven bullets through your heart, and seven bullets through your stomach will make me happy.
I went to Red Lantern at the Solaire Resort & Casino in Parañaque last 16 Apr 2019 for the first time. I went there by myself because the people I invited (Yam, George, and Barbs) weren’t able to join me.
Don’t laugh at me but it was also my first time using the Grab App. I made my credit card as my primary payment method. It was very convenient to go from point A to point B but it was also very expensive for me. I’m just a poor person. You know what I’m saying?
1. I regret eating:
- One medium box of pizza (Ultimate Meaty Overload), one regular serving of Creamy Carbonara, and one regular serving of Spaghetti Supreme from Greenwich.
- Four medium boxes of pizza (Super Supreme, Meat Lovers, Cheesy Hawaiian Supreme, and Meaty Hawaiian Supreme Sausage Stuffed Cheesy Crust) and one regular serving of Fettuccine Alfredo from Pizza Hut.
- Four medium boxes of pizza (Pizza Carbonara, Meatzza, Ham & Cheese, and Cheese Mania), one Italian Sausage Calzone, and one regular serving of Creamy Alfredo Spaghetti from Domino’s Pizza.
- Four medium boxes of pizza (The Bronx Creamy Mushroom, Brooklyn Spicy Seafood, Manhattan Meatlovers, and #4 Cheese) and two large servings of Chicken Alfredo from Yellow Cab Pizza Co.
- An entire Super Slam Pepperoni Pizza (18 inches), five pieces of Chicken N Mojos, one platter of Skilletti (spaghetti), one loaf of garlic bread, and 1,500 mL of Coca-Cola Zero Sugar from Shakey’s Pizza.
All these binge eating sessions happened within the last 3 weeks. This is the main reason why I fast for more than 15 hours a day, 5 times a week.
I forgot to take pictures of most of the food because I was too excited to get started with my food adventures.
Bitch, aren’t you satisfied with what you’re doing when you’re not with your husband? You’re an annoying, unfaithful bitch. I’m minding my own fucking business, and you’re really getting on my nerves already. Fuck you.
What you’re doing is extremely repulsive to me. Your unfaithfulness is extremely despicable. I’ve been drowning my mind on useless shit for quite sometime now so I can’t really express myself fully with words. I spit on your grave, bitch.
You’re a constant reminder of the negative possibilities if I have a wife of my own. Aren’t you fucking satisfied? Why don’t you formally break off your relationship with your husband? Why don’t you just become a prostitute?