"I dont have to do what you tell me to, I cant do things on my own!" Kyle said furiously. "I'm off to get my own breakfast without a nag sitting across from me."
Kyle got into his car and pulled into the McDonalds drive thru and ordered 6 McGriddle sandwiches to gobble down. He drove back to his apartment to eat them though because he wanted to spite Brad, who was being a big asshole.
Kyle walked in, sat down right in front of Brad and opened all of them. "MMMMMMM!" he exaggerated as Brad gave him a dirty look. In 30 minutes he had all 6 in his belly and had washed them down with two cold beers. Brad defintely looked spited and tried to cover it up by saying, "Thats fine with me, its your fitness that you can worry about."
But Brad really wasn't happy and got up and left shortly thereafter. He left his other two sausage sandwiches, so Kyle finished them off for him. There wasn't leftovers when Kyle was around. Kyle looked down at his belly and slapped it, and it gave a little jiggle. "I am getting a bit fat though." he said to himself. The phone rang than and he went to pick it up. It was...
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