I was doing laundry last week when I found one of Mr. Fat Booty's t-shirts. I knew I shouldn't, but I couldn't resist trying to squeeze into it. I wanted the hear the popping seams, I wanted to feel like a sausage in its skin! Plus, ruining my boyfriend's shirt 'cause I'm so fat is kinda hot. Most girls would be swimming in their boyfriend's wardrobe, but not me. I'd destroy it with my massive physique!