Lunch today? That was some doughnuts and Doritos!
Fatty Battle 2008 is about to begin! Scarlett has challenged me to a contest to see who can lose the most weight by year's end. Not that we're not already super sexy hot babies, but it was the only way to really get into the spirit of attacking a complex balance of nutrition and exercise befitting out underwear model status. The official weight-in starts this Sunday, after her Dad and stepmom blow through town (carefully timed to fully enjoy parental gratuity at the top LA eateries). Me, I'm storing as much gristle and pudge to boost my weight before weighing. The only rule she made was not to allow liposuction, which I would never do anyway. Other than the obvious prizes of being leaner and meaner, the winner gets a gift of their choice at the place of their choice. Beaucoup bucks too. I'm not only going to win, I'm going to shed so much weight I'm going to have to change my name from Famous M to famous m.
Here's a preview of me come January:
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don't forget to shave, trim your nails, visit your local Chinese herb guy, and hide coils of lead in your hair!
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