She opened the packet excitedly Her new trou'd arrived from Harrods (TradeMe) But alas and alack, the fit not to be Action must be taken, drastically. Through with her rant, she had another wine, She threw to her posse, the Cambridge Grapevine. Would the gym be the answer? What were her choices? The ladies cried out in unison voices. “We don't have gym bodies. The prices are steep. But how does one get there? How does one leap?” The answer my friends waits in the wings: A theatrical gal, the questions she sings. What is it that makes our world go round? How to escape our limited bounds? Let's get together, hair straight or in curls, We'll step out together - the Fat Bottomed Girls. And so they gathered over lounge meet and drink, Heartfelt goals set in concrete, penned in blue ink. Why not do a challenge? We'll walk every street, Each Ave, Cres and Place ‘til mi...
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