Monday, March 19, 2007
God to David Wells: Hey, Fatty! You're Fat!
David Wells, paragon of health, virtue, and clean living, recently admitted that he has Diabetes, but plans to beat it by power of will alone. Warm the depths of my soul with your life-affirming poetry, David!
""Obviously, this is a concern," the left-hander told the newspaper. "But it's beatable. And I'm going to beat it. It's going to take some lifestyle changes. And I'm already making them.
"From the time I found out, I made changes. No more starches and sugar. No more rice, pasta, potatoes and white bread. No more fast food. I've cut out alcohol.""
I would have full faith in David Wells if I didn't already know that he was the sort of man who could accidentally eat ten to fifteen pounds of raw beef. As in, "Whoops, I slipped, fell, and landed in myself eating fifteen pounds of raw fucking beef. I am sooooooooo clumsy!"
Labels: David Wells, idiots, MLB
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