I know...I am using scotch-tape, to tape my mouth into a frown, so I fit in better...drew some wrinkles on my forehead, with a sharpie, too.
You obviously won't have to worry about wrinkles, not with your issues with fat, you disgusting, ungainly piece of shit. Then again, you probably won't have to worry about old age either! How does it feel to be so ungodly fat you can barely move, blimp-boy? Taken a look in the mirror lately? How many chins you got these days? Oh, and BTW, Ann and I are having a grand ol' time talking about you. I won't repeat what she said here, but she only communicates with you out of pity for you or spite for others. She and I both wonder how anyone stands you. Can't tell you how many times she's compared you with her horses! (And guess who comes out better? Think REAL hard now, shit-head...) And we BOTH know the real reason you're moving around like a fuckin' gypsy is because you got caught downloading under-age porn, and the cops are after you. Admit it, you're in shit deeper and smellier than a cow's turd. Which would be a good description of you, if you weren't such a creep and I didn't want to insult cows. Do yourself a big favor and get some help, you ugly piece of garbage. Your buddy, Al