The man gulped, 'oh god yeah, I can imagine' the man then put a card in Homers hand with his name and number on it 'in case you ever....need a hand' the man winked and walked off. Homer looked at it and it said his name was Jerry; Homer smiled and pocketed the card and continued to load up his trolly to the brim.
He headed off towards the checkout and somehow managed to get it all loaded onto the conveyor belt and pay the extortionate amount of $350, but Homer thought it was a small price to pay for his goal.
Homer walked to his car and loaded up all the bags which took up the whole of the back seat and the boot of the car and proceeded to drive home, with his belly rumbling away eagerly awaiting the mammoth meal to come.
Arriving back home, Homer ran inside; unloading as much shopping as he could; he hardly made it back inside and shut the door before he dived on the floor and tore into the bags of food at his feet, gobbling everything in his path. Homer let out moans and groans as he continued to eat
After about 3 hours of solid eating, Homer had hardly made a dent in the food he had bought, he was so full he had to undo his belt and pants; which let his belly push forward revealing his belly button. Laying there in the hall, Homer rubbed his belly with both hands and suddenly felt something poke his arm from inside his pocket. He reached in and pulled out the card with Jerry's cell phone number on it, Homer looked at it then at his belly and smiled, pulling out his own cellphone; Homer typed '742 Evergreen terrace come now, I'm so full' and sent it.
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