Late Night T.V.

When at Saint John's Medical Centre, I O.D. on TV.  Promises of weight loss abound.  As big promises as my bunda [boo˜dah]

I decided to try the FDR deal. famine. deprivation.repeat. Not that it was a cheap-O deal.  When I started I looked like this:

The NYC Met Museum has great brunch.  What can I tell you?
I am a foodie.

Moreover, in addition, also(weak!)
I am spoiled like Kitty Carlysle, our cat.  Zee Ruler.

At Saint John's there was a fuss over my using a credit card sent with delivery to Saint John's Room 42-42.

FDR - The New Deal is fantabulastic (oh how dated, tina.)

I'm gone to Rio de Janeiro's Pedra da Gávea ta chill in the winter sun.  FDR's food packages, rationing, this new deal allows me ta offer you my pin-up photo. I ate like a horse and never went hungry.  From a 469 lbs. wreck a Jibcrane wouldn't lift, I became a "Foxy Lady."  Albeit I miss being an L.A. woman, no city can beat the fun Rio de Janeiro offers. My friend "Botafogo Jorge" is wild.
FDR-The New Deal!  Just a mere seven days.  Trial offer or your money back.  Weight not included.  back f'r sure. Includes S + H. (Sex with homo sapiens.)

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