The other day I posted on how Jennifer Love Hewitt is gettin’ a fat ass. All you virgins got mad at me because you’ve wanted to fuck her tits since ’99 and you haven’t realized that she is not your girlfriend and never will be your girlfriend, so get over it and make fun of her with me. I hate how you get all fucking emotional about someone who doesn’t do shit for you, who would probably call the police on you the second they met you in person and not because you’d be hiding in her bushes but because cunt’s got too much of an ego to congregate with your kind. Either way, I was at Starbucks for my free coffee today and some big lady, addicted to food, came up to the counter and asked what they were cooking because it smelt like heaven. I could see bitches cookie dough heart pumping in her chest as she came thinking about baked goods. Addiction is never funny, even when it’s an obese woman craving a muffin like crackhead on their knees in the public bathroom lookin for the piece of rock they dropped. Point of the story is, Love Hewitt is addicted to food and here’s the proof. Fucker.

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