I’m serious, give it to me now or I will punch you in the neck.
I’ve tried humoring you, tried inspiring you, tried pushing you.
Now, I’m resorting to bullying to get you to do better with this losing weight/living healthier poopah.
I am your belly bully.
Give me your lunch money.
You’d just spend it on some fast-food combo meal deal anyway.
Fork it over.
You might squander it at one of those squirt-it-yourself, add-your-own-topping, “What-do-you-mean-fourteen-dollars-for-a-cup?” frozen yogurt joints.
Gimme, gimme, gimme.
It takes a big man to… ummmm… well, be a bully, but I’m a big man and I have years of practice from Kindergarten until somebody caught up with me in size in 5th grade.
So anyway, give me your lunch money and we won’t have any problems.
And I’m serious about that throat punch.
Grrrrrrr.
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