ok so you are admitting it, how much does "she" charge?
your mom? i dunno.
why don't you run upstairs and ask her.
or will she refuse to pick up minutes for your cell phone if you interrupt her like last time?
must have been a sight to see your uncle and your father-in-law giving her the rotisserie.
no wonder you eat yourself into oblivion.
you're all about the comfort food, huh carl jr?
(edit: stop now fat man. your no match. i can go on busting up your fat ass all day)