Work. Storage room. Stock. Scales. Me on scales with the jacket on. 55 kg!
God, I love those scales and obviously they love me too :D
2 more to go...
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And if you look, you look through me. And if you talk, it's not to me. And when I touch you, you don't feel a thing.
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Congratulaaaations... and celebraaations... lalalala...
WTF, that's scary.
I forgot to mention that the scales are probably my age and yeah... far away from the truth :)
2 more to go to what? to die from innutrition? you are so crazy, Plamko
That's what I keep saying, but you can forget about it getting through to her. It's better to just dance along and stuff her whenever you get the chance. Mynik, feed her, please?
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