We're Doomed...These are Fully Grown Adults Singing Along with Her.

«Well there's your problem.!»

«Brain worm.»

«Is that louie Anderson»

«Choral vocal exercise.»

«Curb stomp all liberals bwahahah»

«We're all doomed from the moment we're born. No need to let some lard ass ruin your day.»

«We're not doomed, it's dumb fucks like this who are eating themselves into an early grave...

Let's face it, this gluttonous hog will be lucky to live for another 5 years if she continues to ignore the shape that she sees in the mirror every day..!!»

«STOP voting democrat. They call this the new beauty standard.»

«LOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOL

Well she is half an oreo; just needs a ni*ga who digs fat fucks and no taste in women to date her»

«pathetic»

«Is she singing my glory hole my chocolate glory hole stick with creamy gooey cream wtf?»

«Looks like protests against the new food pyramid have begun »

«Omg….it’s the beast with two butts!»

«Protesting the recent food pyramid upheaval ?»

«Damn she’s making the people she’s gonna cook up later in the kettle song first.»

«Front and rear ass cheeks?? Chocolate cookies won't fix that.»

«Looks like the best in America. Her self-confidence knows no bounds. »

«christ she's fat,
fat fat fat, ugly fat
bumpity fat
fat ugly bitch.»

«Stop it please , you've already eaten too many cookies! Tip : Start singing -Run, run, run, run

Run, run, run, run
Run, run, run, run
Run, run, run, run
You better make your face up with your favorite disguise
With your button down lips and your roller blind eyes
With your empty smile and your hungry heart
Feel the bile rising from your guilty past
With your nerves in tatters as the cockleshell shatters
And the hammers batter down your door
You better run
Run, run, run, run
Run, run, run, run
Run, run, run, run
Run, run, run, run
You better run all day and run all night
Keep your dirty feelings deep inside
And if you're taking your girlfriend out tonight
You'd better park the car well out of sight
'Cause if they catch you in the back seat trying to pick her locks
They're gonna send you back to mother in a cardboard box
You better run

Make you a slim wanted Bride to Be !»