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It seems like every time I go into the kitchen, the space between the wall and the refrigerator is getting smaller and smaller. Of course it's not actually getting smaller, I just keep getting fatter. I should've known better but the call of Bianca's honey-sweet voice paired with the smell of freshly baked cookies was too much for me to resist. Like some kind of sadistic siren she lured me in. Even entering the kitchen sideways didn't make the opening wide enough for my super-super obese body. My ponderous gut and ample ass pressed tightly against the refrigerator door and wall respectively. The smell of the cookies began to make me salivate. I mustered the strength to push myself through.
Waiting there was Bianca and a tray of chocolate chunk cookie bars. I couldn't contain myself and I quickly began shoveling them into my mouth. Several cookies in I decided that I wanted something savory. Bianca had promised that I could order a fattening take away tonight. Oh how I love delivery! I mindlessly attempted to walk out of the kitchen to get my phone when I noticed that I was stuck. I couldn't seem to wiggle myself past the aforementioned refrigerator wall combo. What was I going to do?
