I know this may effect our relationship, but I can't keep living this lie. I'm just going to put it out there. No matter what I have said in the past, honey, I don't like big butts. In fact, I hate them. I loathe them. At this point, after everything I have seen over the years, I can say with total certainty: there is nothing worse than a big butt.
Every day I feel responsible for the proliferation of big butts. I never wanted so many big butts. I was just looking for a hook for my song. I should have written a song about skinny girls with flat butts like a 1980s white girl.
When a girl walks in, irrespective of waist size, if she puts a round thing in my face I will probably want to die. I have a big butt allergy. I want 'em real thin and reedy, not trying to be needy. If you want to hook up and get me hard then have a butt like a debit card. I'm ashamed of my song.
I identify most closely with the attitude portrayed in the talk up at the beginning of "Baby Got Back." The valley girls scorning the big butts. I also scorn them. Down with big butts.
Big butts aren't healthy, ladies. They might indicate heart disease risk. High blood pressure. Definitely getting stuck in desks at your kid's parent/teacher conferences. My home boys tried to warn me and I have been regretting my big butt branding ever since.
You can do side bends and sit ups, but you're going to want to go 50/50 with lunges and squats if you want to tone your glutes.
They have butt implants now and I feel at least a little bit responsible for that. I'm not saying a beautiful woman can't have a big butt, I'm not about that sort of negativity, I'm just referring to my personal taste.
If I had my choice of back situations below the belt, I'm talking a line with a dot in the middle. Sort of like a lowercase "i" where the dot fell halfway down the rest of it. From the side I want to see a profile like a greyhound.
I worry about your BMI, girl. Maybe we can get you fixed up with a trainer and put you on paleo. For health reasons. Get that butt looking like the bottom of a dish sled. Like you're smuggling magazines down your pants.
So if I am being 100% honest, I don't want to see a big butt ever again. To the beanpole dames in the magazines: Right on, girl! Whatever you're doing, keep on doing it. I am loving every minute of it.
I know there are some fine sisters out there living in the shadow of a big butt. Come out from underneath that hang, girl. Let's see your board shorts. Work that thing like a double hung storm window. Drop it like the gate at a toll both, I got exact change so you can let me through.
In summary, take care of yourself, because this obsession with big butts is leaving a lot of booty shorts with only ghosts to wear them. Ghosts can't wear booty shorts. They just fall off.
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