Or that it’s full. It’s nothing to be embarrassed about. That sort of thing happens when you visit Chipotle. Although, it usually doesn’t happen before you eat their food.
Chipotle!!! Yeah, baby. I get the veggie bowl, all healthy like. Emphasis on “like.” 😉
The sound you just heard was Adrien Field giving himself a home colonic with a firehose in solidarity. Yes, Poofy the Puffy Vested Donkey lives in one of the greatest culinary cities in the world, yet insists on voraciously consuming corporate high-caloric crap so she can spend hours on the toilet, while Lily scratches on the balcony door in hopes to escape the smell.
It’s quite amazing how she shilled for both Chipotle and Depends in one single post. I mean, LOOK AT THAT STANCE! What is going on there? Even in sweats she looks completely uncomfortable, like she’s squeezing her rosebud so hard to make a diamond that she could pawn off to pay for her next plane ticket.
And are those the PELTS? Jesus, GOD, when will she move to LA so I can stop writing about her?