This post doesn’t have to do with eating. rather, it has to do with possibly throwing up.  During what should have been a casual visit to Wal-Mart, my mommy was word raped. My sister, Heidi, was in dire need of some more pee pads (she can’t control her bladder like I can), so mommy went to get some.  In the pet aisle, there was a scary redneck guy who was just staring at her.  She avoided making eye contact, but then the creepy guy says to her, “I like your pretty outfit, honey.”  Then later, he says, “Are you married?”  After saying no and scrambling off to another area, he keeps on walking with her and asks for her number.  Of course she says no and that she has a boyfriend, but this does not shut the guy up. Oh no.  He then proceeds to say that he had to try, and that it was too bad because he wanted to take her home and make love to her all day long…starting from the soles of her feet all the way up.  He said he would massage her feet, even if they were sweaty.

EWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW.

First of all, mommy does not have sweaty feet.

Second of all, who does this?! Who would say such terrible things?!

Boys, please do not ever use these lines.