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WHY YOU SHOULD NEVER CALL YOUR KIDS FAT | AND WHY THIS REALLY SHOULDN'T HAVE TO BE SAID

I know a guy who witnessed his ex-girlfriend call her own son and daughter "fat" on numerous occasions. This is the same woman who would always complain about how her own mom called her "fat" when she was young, and how it fucked with her head. So why does she turn around and behave as her toxic mother did towards her own son and daughter? It makes no sense. One time, my buddy took a trip to the bay area with his ex-gf and her daughter. They stayed in an AirBnB and the daughter had her own room. At one point, my buddy's ex-gf went tinto the room with her daughter and my buddy could hear her say "...because you're fat!" Then he heard the daughter whine and say "Stop calling me that!" When his ex-gf came out of the room, my buddy scolded her. "NEVER! EVER! Call your daughter FAT again!" His ex looked confused by this. He said "You always tell me about how your own mom called you fat and you didn't like it, so why do you d...
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"CRACKER ISLAND" by GORILLAZ | ALTERNATIVE ROCK & HIP-HOP | LONDON, UK

"Blessed are the cracked, for they shall let in the light..." - Graucho Marx

On Cracker Island, it was born
To the collective of the dawn
They were planting seeds at night
To grow a made-up paradise
Where the truth was auto-tuned (Forever cult)
And its sadness, I consumed (Forever cult)
Into my formats everyday (Forever cult)
In the end, I had to pay (What world is this?)
In the end, I had to pay (I purged my soul)
In the end, I had to pay (I drank to riot)
Nothing more to say (I drank to riot)

They taught themselves to be occult
They didn't know its many strategies
They taught themsеlves to be occult
They didn't know its many stratеgies (Fantasies)

What world is this?
What world is this?

On Cracker Island, it was raised (Hey, hey, hey, hey)
By the collective from the grave (Hey, hey, hey, hey)
It only came out at night (Hey, hey, hey, hey)
It ate up their paradise (Paradise)
Where the truth was auto-tuned (Forever Cult)
And its sadness, I consumed (Forever Cult)
Into my formats everyday (Forever Cult)
In the end, I had to pay (What world is this?)
Out there on my silver lake (I was not there)
In the end, it will be great (Beneath the hills)
I'm like a ship between the tides (I saw myself)
I held on, I survived (There in the void)

They taught themselves to be occult (Cult, cult)
They didn't know its many strategies
They taught themselves to be occult (Cult, cult)
They didn't know its many strategies (Fantasy)

On Cracker Island, it will die (Forever Cult)
Join the collective in the sky (Forever Cult)
And on a shining boat of light (Forever Cult)
Go up to paradise (What world is this?)
Where the truth is auto-tuned (I purged my soul)
And its sadness, I consumed (I drank to riot)
Into my formats everyday (I drank to riot)
In the end, I had to pay (Forever Cult)
In the end, I'll have to pay (Forever Cult)
In the end, I'll be okay (Forever Cult)

Nothing more to say (Say, say, say, say)
Nothing more to say (Say, say, say, say)
Nothing more to say (Say, say, say, say)
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