A few years back, doctors announced the "discovery" of a new disease called SAD - seasonal affective disorder. Victims claim the symptoms begin sometime in September and often last until March or April and include depression, despair, misery and guilt combined with a desire to oversleep or extreme napping as well as overeating.

I'm sad to say that - in THIS doctor's estimation - SAD is not a disease. It's called WINTER, asshole. It happens every year right after the leaves fall off the goddam trees.

And you are not a victim - you are a fat, human sloth who wants to suck down boxes of Twinkies [..]
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Here's my prescription: get off the fucking couch and buy a set of skis. Or skates. Better yet - buy both. And don't eat the yellow snow.

Case closed.
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I'm tired of the denial. I'm tired of the fat the loud the lazy and the stupid.