OP, this is really offensive, but I’m going to try and hold my tongue.
Just because a Russian who may have had a little to drink…Okay, a Russian who is possibly a little inebriated… Okay, okay, just because a drunk Russian meets a special girl, and she happens to be a fan of the chocolate chip cookies. Wait, what do they snack on in Russia. Okay, she happens to be a fan of the plushkis (for those that don’t know, these are glazed cinnamon buns). Just because a drunk Russian happens to fall in love with a girl that can’t resist the sweet cinnamon sugary goodness of a few plushkis… Okay, so every morning when she wakes up, she shoves the plushkis in her pie hole like she’s playing the Chubby-Bunny game at a sleepover.
Just because a drunk Russian meets a slightly portly, slightly big through the hips, slightly roomy young lady, with cheeks full of plushkis, and she’s wearing a muumuu (and she’s not pregnant), and when she stands on a scale, the display reads ‘ONE AT A TIME.’ Just because her ass looks like two potbelly pigs fighting over a milk dud, and when she said she wanted a waterbed, you can just put a blanket over Lake Baikal.
Just because she’s so round that Luke Skywalker keeps trying to blow her up in an X-Wing, and when she sat on a bag of skittles, a rainbow appeared.
Just because of all this, you don’t have to refer to her as a dump truck.
I’m just giving you food for thought, but be careful she might eat that too. Please tell her all the kind people at DR said to ignore the haters and keep her chins up.
If only you'd put that kind of 'unfailing resilience' into something positive...
Can you just imagine what you could achieve...