My Crazy Fat Loss 4 Idiots Story: How This Shit Can Actually Work For You Too Click Here To Read More Reviews By The Filthy Review Punk Ok, so here we go. This story is fuckin unbelievable. I mean, I can't believe this shit happened, but it did. Like a fuckin movie. I can be so fuckin cruel sometimes it makes me laugh my ass off – but it fuckin backfired like a motherfucker! So, I go to the mailbox the other day(about 3 months ago) – expecting, this bill, that bill, other shit I can't fuckin afford to pay – and there's this fuckin package addressed to me – BUT FROM MY BITCH EX-GIRLFRIEND's RETURN ADDRESS. So, I'm sittin there like, Fuck, what the shit could this be? Could it be clothes and shit I left there? Old letters? Pictures? What the fuck is this shit? So I bring it the fuck inside and open it – wow, just what the fuck I wanted! What the fuck was it, you ask? A fuckin book on alcoholism and how the fuck to quit drinkin. I'm like this bitch is fuckin nuts, huh? She's always fuckin with me about drinkin, yet I WAS THE ONE who had to fuckin pick her drunk ass up ALL THE FUCKIN TIME! Whatever . . . had to be an expensive book, pretty thick, but who the fuck knows. Anyway, I'm thinking to myself how fuckin cute she thinks she is for doin this shit, and what the fuck I'm gonna do next to return the fuckin favor. She's so self conscious, like all fuckin women – she's fat, ugly, no one likes her, she'll never get a date – you know, the common fuckin mantra. It's like a new fuckin song now that all women have been singin. But, i'm sittin there and the fuckin light bulb goes off in my head! “Send her something that tells the fucker she's fuckin fat.” I was like, “Fucking brilliant!” So I'm on the internet lookin for shit, right, and I come across this fuckin program that literally every motherfucker under the sun is rantin and ravin about how good this fuckin weight loss system is – and I fuckin love the title already – Fat Loss 4 Idiots! I'm like – fuckin cool man! Not only am I callin her fuckin fat, but I'm callin her a fuckin idiot as well! Beautiful! So this time – I'm always one fuckin step ahead of her, she ain't too fuckin bright – I change my return fuckin address to her fuckin new man's – that way a whole shitload of fuckin chaos is about to erupt.
Now, all this shit happened like two or three fuckin months ago – not a fuckin word had been said up to this fuckin point about this – only talked to her on the fuckin phone. I'm thinkin, for only $40 fuckin bucks I insulted her 2 motherfuckin ways! Fuckin Priceless! Then she calls me. Doesn't say a fuckin word to me bout nothin. Just says to me, “Can you meet for a drink?” Yeah, remember the alcoholism book? But SHE wants to fuckin meet ME for a drink! So, I say sure. I get there and the bitch literally fuckin lost like 15 fuckin pounds. I'm like, whoah! The bitch is actually fuckin fine again – she wasn't bad – but she was getting hefty like a cinch sack. I'm like, “How the fuck that happened, April? You lost some serious fuckin weight.” She tells me that her asshole boyfriend bought her this system and she decided to try it. I'm like, “What the fuck?” If it was me, she woulda been fuckin pissed – even if we were still fuckin together – no, instead, like a fuckin asshole, I did his moron loser ass a fuckin favor and gave him credit for shit that I fuckin did – and it was intended to be a fuckin insult! What's happening to my life, here, motherfuckers? So, I fuckin told her it was me. She didn't fuckin believe me at first, but that's fuckin normal. I showed her my fuckin credit card statement online on my fuckin phone. She was fuckin livid, and I was finally fuckin happy. “What are you sayin, I was fat?” she asked. I blew the question off, because it's obviously ok for her new motherfucker to say she is, but not me. So she told me how fuckin awesome and easy the whole thing fuckin was. She said it was practical, you didn't need to fuckin starve yourself(not a problem for her, she eats like fuckin cookie monster) and the fuckin diets provided are actually worth a shit. I was like, huh? So guess what, now I'm on the fuckin shit – and in 1-1/2 weeks I lost like 5 pounds. The whole fuckin deal is, they guarantee you fuckin lose 9 pounds in like eleven days
and shit. You got a 60 day moneyback guarantee for this fucker, so if it sucks or if it doesn't work for you, return the fucker. It's worked friggin wonders on her, and I've so far lost 5 pounds – this shit must live up to its fuckin claims – at this fuckin rate, I WILL LOSE 9 pounds in LESS than fuckin 11 days. So for 60 days, you basically are paying 65 CENTS A DAY FOR 60 DAYS TO PROVE THESE FUCKERS WRONG! Really, that's about all there is to it! Come on people, it's only $40 fuckin dollars, and you ain't buyin the shit from my ass. Get this fuckin shit it works – if you dont get it, I dont wanna hear you fuckin bitchin that youre still fuckin fat. You wanna lose weight, get this cheap-ass system. If you don't, then stay fat – really – i'm not fuckin insultin you, just tellin you the two fuckin options. Again, I'll overview the motherfucker for you. • • • •
Ok, so the deal costs $40 for the system. You get a 60 DAY MONEY BACK guarantee – no fuckin hassles, no bullshit or questions. Let's fuckin divide $40.00 into 60(days) = 0.6666666666666 fuckin repeating cents. Ok so I fuckin lied – it's not 65 CENTS A DAY FOR 60 DAYS ITS 67 CENTS A DAY – Whoop dee fuckin doo!
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