Comments on: Help! I’m Alarmed!

By: Baba Doodlius

Baba Doodlius — Wed, 12 Dec 2007 18:32:09 +0000

I am alarmed at this post.

By: Heather

Heather — Wed, 12 Dec 2007 01:54:18 +0000

just so you know, I TOTALLY care about your health. and yer star trek hands.

and if I lost 25 pounds, i’d still be overweight.

depressing. sigh.

By: bob

bob — Wed, 12 Dec 2007 01:40:24 +0000

now that is a frightening picture. oh my.

By: Jayne

Jayne — Mon, 10 Dec 2007 09:26:20 +0000

Heh, Agnes, sadly the “secret” is worse, IMO, than being tubby, which is to have some condition that makes you puke if someone provides you with food that could be considered “tasty”. However, I do seem to do all right with ice cream. Thank god. I miss chocolate!

And Beanie, I’m afraid I haven’t lost 30% of my body weight, but 30% of my excess weight. LOL. Big difference! However, even if they come and tell me I have an incurable brain cloud, I will not not not be upset about that particular symptom!

By: Agnes Mildew

Agnes Mildew — Mon, 10 Dec 2007 06:27:53 +0000

What’s the weight loss secret? Or, is it that you patent the T-shirts in extra large sizes for women only who then look as though they have dropped 25lbs? I think you may be on to something here - at least then you can buy your son the school books this shoddy government refuses to do…

By: BeanieWeanie

BeanieWeanie — Sun, 09 Dec 2007 01:37:19 +0000

Your Star Trek hands sound scary!
But a 30% weight loss is so huge! Congrats! I mean, you should go see a doctor, that’s unhealthy… yeah right.

By: Hope

Hope — Sun, 09 Dec 2007 00:33:45 +0000

PUt me down for a tshirt…the hand thing?? are they going to tell you anything else about that?

By: ElArmana

ElArmana — Sat, 08 Dec 2007 18:40:17 +0000

Just hit the snooze button!
(or pull out the the plug! )

This was a free consult.;)

By: mikster

mikster — Thu, 06 Dec 2007 13:31:31 +0000

I may have shown a touch of concern over the passing out incident myself.

By: Girl-Fren

Girl-Fren — Thu, 06 Dec 2007 00:08:06 +0000

Put me down for TWO, no, THREE, make it FIVE of those T-shirts, Jayne–I’ll pay cash in advance.

One for each of my daughters-in-law: Texanna Red will wear hers loudly and proudly, and ever-dam-body can kiss her ass; the little Hillbilly Sweetheart will sweat and strain in hers, as she works out every day and LIVES in t-shirts; our snooty UP-town Girl will wear hers with loads of diamonds sitting on heated leather seats, carpooling. The other two are for me: a Large for right now, but throw in an Extra-Large for if I put back on those pounds I dropped last Summer. Otherwise, I’ll sleep in it.

Yer Doc is an idiot!