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Originally posted by Pretty Little Flower
I hate fat people. God, I hate fat people. Disgusting, slobbering corpulent pigs, chowing down on their McGiant McDouble McBurgers with Special Fat Sauce and washing them down with their 120 oz. tubs of Coke. Yeah, right, you have a "glandular issue." Is that why you need to eat a bucket and a half of KFC for breakfast? Is that why the only exercise you get is dragging your quivering rolls of blubbery lard from the TV couch to the kitchen to get another family-size bag of chips that you grab at greedily with your tubby-little grease-covered fingers? Just don't act all offended when I don't want to talk to you, sit near you, or even look at you. You smell bad and are offensive to the eye. I don't care how fucking jolly you are. Get off your mega-ass and take a walk around the block every couple of weeks. And maybe, every once in a while, try some vegetables that are not deep-fried. You might find that you like being a tiny bit less repulsive than you currently are.
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I never said fat. My guy was, I think, a lineman for some football team. He was solid, but wide. I didn't feel comfortable glaring at him or ranting like you did! But shoot, if you are a professional athlete shouldn't you be able to afford first class or just buy a second seat.
Forget getting his autograph. I have his elbow imprint in my side to this day, and that's more personal.
