Pts, hey there, smarty pants.

Picture the scene.

I was at the mall, doing some shopping, when this happened.

You know what that means?

Feed me.

Relax, tummy, I got you.

So, I decided to head down to the old food court for a snack.

Of course, they don't make it easy.

I had to choose between pizza, burgers, giant soft pretzels, fried rice,

hero sandwiches, tacos, fried chicken, or Mrs. Fields' cookies.

Let's just say I couldn't make a decision.

So, I got one of each.

Gnom, nom, yum, yum, yum.

Big mistake.

While it was very delicious, I'm now so stuffed that my blue jeans barely fit.

Have you ever had that feeling, Smarty Pants?

Now that I'm home, I think I might loosen my belt a notch.

Or two.

Oh boy, my pants still feel really tight.

I sure hope I don't.

Oh boy, the button to my jeans just popped off.

Great.

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