My Dr. is a moron. A real dolt. I'm 5-11,

My Dr. is a moron. A real dolt. I'm 5-11, 260 and he prescribes me fat pills. Literally the oil from a fish with some kinda lambda 7s or some such bullroar. I laughed in his face

but inside, my self-esteem was shattered. Could these fish pills really help me lose weight? I read the prescription directions: Take 1 every 12 hours. I didn't have time for that,

so I decided it was better to love my body and eat a balanced diet with plenty of fresh fruit and veggies especially green leafy veg and exercise regularly. My daily walks to

Prague and back melted the pounds off, but it began to interfere with my day job at Fitness+. They said I could telecommute, but people died from texting and walking! I had some de

They pointed at their mouths and opened them saying things like, "Ahhhhh." Why? They scattered like frightened rats when I raised my desert eagle and pointed it at their Czech

asses. Now I was alone with my gun and the boredom quickly drove me insane. I started playing Russian roulette with myself but this being a desert eagle the game wont last long.

Get a hold of yourself. Just lay the gun down and walk away. Lost and alone I knew my mind would play tricks on me. I saw something moving in the sand. When I looked at it, it

poked an eye back, but upon making eye contact, it immediately shied away. I got curious. I stepped closer, and it's little stringy eyeball poked further through the sand.

"Hello?", I spoke nervously, as the stringy eye became much more. The monster rose out of the golden sand and let out a humungous roar, before finally eating me whole.