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So fat asses are my vice. You can quickly derail my train of thought and field of vision as soon as you bring a fat ass in my peripheral view. If I had a fatass like meg I'd make no big deal about fat asses, that would mean increased concentration, higher productivity and more shareholder value. I think if I need to get my bread up I need to start with my own buns. The only thing I'm worried about is what if it backfires and I start spanking myself thinking of her, just because of ease of accessibility.