I choose to run.
choose
Yes. Across the sea, blown by the Trade Winds. You could pull 30 knots flying that gigantic pink triangle.Looks like the kind of woman you'd meet at a pottery exhibition who wants to tell you all about the time she helped dig a well for a village in Guatemala.
Strange Fetish you got there Johnny, errr Marty.Its called Lipedema. Its a disorder actually.
Hmmm... on second thoughts.