As the weather cools down, everyone seems to get a little blue. All of my friends (and myself) complain that their waistlines expand as the temperature drops. The bicycles go into storage and the idea of getting up to run when it's dark and cold outside is completely unappealing. We crave comfort food. Perhaps some meat on some bread with some cheese on it. Deep-fried potatoes on the side would be nice. They'd be even better dipped in mayonnaise. So, yeah, we're all feeling fat. And perhaps lonely; the colder it gets, the more we want someone warm to cuddle with.
Well, friends, if the world's fattest man—who hasn't even left his bed in six years can get married—you (and I) should have hope that our fat asses won't be all alone in our cold beds this winter.
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