1/7/13
Ah. You come to visit me again. To learn of the fat man that runs? Ah Yes, I know him - he has new shoes - runs in a balaclava, drags his dog along with him, and all at sub-20 degree temperatures. Oh I know! Insanity must be his constant companion. Instead of kindly fluffy angels with halos and harps - his accompaniment is the eggnog that he had for Christmas, and the spinach dip that only he could imbibe. Did I mention the fudge - yes the few pieces that were left on the kitchen counter and disappeared? Those pieces drag behind him like chains kept on Jacob Marley! You see he runs at a pace that frightens his fat. One by one he severs those chains that hold him bound and the fat cells begin to quiver and instead of waiting for the brutal task master to whip them and deride them - they commit suicide and throw themselves into the eternally burning oven of the Fat Man. You see the Fat Man accumulated those pounds by honest laziness. Ahhh it was a bowl of dip there, and roasted turkey there, and a late night chug of evil chocolate milk - and possibly some Eggnog waffles on a Saturday Morning when he should have been out on the long run. Now he has to pay the piper. Now that is something that the Fat Man can do! He could listen to the fat cells cheering him on... or as the master of his own Roman Galley, he can start to beat the drum, lashing the frightened cells! Oh you can hear the pace setting drum now.... Thump. Thump. Thump. And then it increases the pace... Thump. Thump. Thump. And now you see the Orange Rolls from Thanksgiving shaking in their shackles begging to cast themselves into the fire. Thump Thump Thump Thump. Oh yes now the Birthday Cake is weeping on row 2 and it seems to have a tub of frosting and some sugar cookies next to it in the same row. Slaving to to faster and faster. Now you have lost the caramels, and the clam chowder... Thump Thump Thump! Soon the beating of the oars in the water and the wailing fat cells begin to burst into flames to feed the Fat Man... for there is only one way in - and one way out... The Fat Man Runs...
Ah. You come to visit me again. To learn of the fat man that runs? Ah Yes, I know him - he has new shoes - runs in a balaclava, drags his dog along with him, and all at sub-20 degree temperatures. Oh I know! Insanity must be his constant companion. Instead of kindly fluffy angels with halos and harps - his accompaniment is the eggnog that he had for Christmas, and the spinach dip that only he could imbibe. Did I mention the fudge - yes the few pieces that were left on the kitchen counter and disappeared? Those pieces drag behind him like chains kept on Jacob Marley! You see he runs at a pace that frightens his fat. One by one he severs those chains that hold him bound and the fat cells begin to quiver and instead of waiting for the brutal task master to whip them and deride them - they commit suicide and throw themselves into the eternally burning oven of the Fat Man. You see the Fat Man accumulated those pounds by honest laziness. Ahhh it was a bowl of dip there, and roasted turkey there, and a late night chug of evil chocolate milk - and possibly some Eggnog waffles on a Saturday Morning when he should have been out on the long run. Now he has to pay the piper. Now that is something that the Fat Man can do! He could listen to the fat cells cheering him on... or as the master of his own Roman Galley, he can start to beat the drum, lashing the frightened cells! Oh you can hear the pace setting drum now.... Thump. Thump. Thump. And then it increases the pace... Thump. Thump. Thump. And now you see the Orange Rolls from Thanksgiving shaking in their shackles begging to cast themselves into the fire. Thump Thump Thump Thump. Oh yes now the Birthday Cake is weeping on row 2 and it seems to have a tub of frosting and some sugar cookies next to it in the same row. Slaving to to faster and faster. Now you have lost the caramels, and the clam chowder... Thump Thump Thump! Soon the beating of the oars in the water and the wailing fat cells begin to burst into flames to feed the Fat Man... for there is only one way in - and one way out... The Fat Man Runs...
Thump thump thump. The candy from the stocking is devoured by the furnace... fueling the Fat Man on! I love you Fat Man.
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