Girl with the Pony Tail on the Treadmill:
I'd love to travel.
(pony-tail swish, pony-tail swish)
I took French in high school.
(pony-tail swish, pony-tail swish)
I can picture myself drinking coffee at a sidewalk cafe in Paris, watching life go by.
(pony-tail swish, pony-tail swish)
All that delicious food. And desserts.
(pony-tail swish, pony-tail swish)
I'd get fat. I know it.
(pony-tail swish, pony-tail swish)
It would be worth it, though.
(pony-tail swish, pony-tail swish)
No, it wouldn't.
(pony-tail swish, pony-tail swish)
I'd become just another fat American in Paris.
(pony-tail swish, pony-tail swish)
French people would whisper things in French about how fat I was, and I'd be able to understand them. Humiliating.
(pony-tail swish, pony-tail swish)
They would snicker at my fat American ass in my yoga pants.
(pony-tail swish, pony-tail swish)
"I speak French, you know," I'd tell them.
(pony-tail swish, pony-tail swish)
They'd probably just laugh harder. The Fat American Girl who thinks she can speak French. Ha Ha. Have another croissant, Fat American Girl. With butter.
(pony-tail swish, pony-tail swish)
I can't think of anything more embarrassing then being fat in Paris and buying an issue of Paris Vogue, with all the thin girls in all those fashions.
(pony-tail swish, pony-tail swish)
They'd look at me and think to themselves that I would never fit in those clothes.
(pony-tail swish, pony-tail swish)
I love Paris Vogue.
(pony-tail swish, pony-tail swish)
When I came home I'd run and run, but the weight won't come off. Ever. I ruined it.
(pony-tail swish, pony-tail swish)
Maybe I should skip travel and buy an Audi.
(pony-tail swish, pony-tail swish)
I wish.
(pony-tail swish, pony-tail swish)
Meanwhile, I'm just here, running on a treadmill, waiting for something to happen.
(pony-tail swish, pony-tail swish)
I need to make more money.
(pony-tail swish, pony-tail swish)
I am Laslo.
https://althouse.blogspot.com/2016/05/so-no-shorts-at-all-for-guys-isnt-that.html
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