There's 5 levels of fatness! Fluffy is one of the levels. There's big, healthy, husky, fluffy and damn.
I don't want to die tomorrow knowing I could've had a piece of cake tonight.
We can choose our family. We can't choose our relatives.
At the time, it was a really funny joke [Fluffy] and I went back and forth with going against the joke or embrace it. I decided to embrace it and now we're talking about it, so it was a good call.
I'm not fat. It's just my awesomeness swelling up inside of me.
With all the classes they offer at school, how come they don't have one for common sense?