If you donate to my quest (to buy a shell pack)....
I won't plunge into a deep depression forceing me to eat my comfort food-- lard covered potato products-- there by turning me into a round, plump girl. When my boy friend breaks up with me, because I am too fat, I would cry, and eat more lard, turning into a plump sphere of human flesh. One day, as I climb the hill to my house, I would trip and be so lardishly plump that I would roll all the way down the hill and into the next town before a kind gentleman would park his 16-wheel truck in the way of my rolling to cut down on the loss of life caused by the Indiana Jones-like boulder my body had taken shape in. The police would come arrest me because of involuntary man-slaughter, but because I would be freakishly fat I wouldn't be sitting around the prison cell...... I'd be really sitting AROUND the prison cell. But luckilly, I could hire a descent lawyer, and get out. Then, Guiness World Records would send me a letter, telling me I am the fattest woman on earth. I would plunge deeper into depression (because I would be so fat), and turn to cannibalism. (You can only eat so much lard covered potato products before turning to cannibalism... it's a proven fact). When I start eating people I realize, I should eat, and eat endangered species too. I mean, who cares about endangered species anyway?
So donate to me to save the cute fuzzy, endangered panda bears from extinction... as well as the whales... or whatever wildlife creature is your cup of tea..... or in my future gigantuam belly.