Why anyone else would, I'm not sure. It feels to me to be a completely narcissistic mundane past time of questionable merit. But then again, I'm not just anyone. I'm desperate. Frustrated because I am a widower in his fifties who wants a lover, who doesn't want to die from fat related diseases, and who is sickened by his own image. What have I got to lose?
If you are interested in this great modern irony, a prosperous and perspiring middle class father dieing under the weight of his own middle, welcome to Dalando's Dietary Supplement... becoming beautiful for the grand finale.
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