Fat, Pt. II
It has come to our attention that our recent fat post has bristled a few hairs out there in internetland. I would like to take this moment to reiterate our position on fat asses: you're fat ass because you choose to be fucking fat, you fucking lard ass.
Yes, it does suck that in America it costs $10 to buy a salad but only $4 to buy a triple cheeseburger, large fries, and 32 oz Coke. But still - fat is a choice, like drinking or doing drugs. Nobody put that sixth cheeseburger in your hand, so stop blaming everything else in the world for your corpulence, and start taking some responsibility for it. Especially when you're not just fifteen or twenty pounds overweight, but two hundred. I have no patience for obese people, and frankly they fucking disgust me.
I'm not talking about the lazy American suburban twat with a fifteen pound beer gut. I'm talking about you two and three hundred pounders, straining our health care system like the seams on a pair of your ample-sized pants. Honestly, at what point did you look in the mirror and think, "Whoopsie, looks like I accidentally put on 150 pounds!"
Finally, I would also like to point out the name of our blog. It's not "Americans For Fat Sensitivity," or "Even Fat Puppies Need Love." No...it's called "Daily Defamation." If you don't like what we write, wipe the Oreo crumbs off your keyboard and type in the URL of some other website that caters to your unhealthy, life-threatening need for denial. And while you're at it, save some food for the rest of us, you fucking lard ass.
Yes, it does suck that in America it costs $10 to buy a salad but only $4 to buy a triple cheeseburger, large fries, and 32 oz Coke. But still - fat is a choice, like drinking or doing drugs. Nobody put that sixth cheeseburger in your hand, so stop blaming everything else in the world for your corpulence, and start taking some responsibility for it. Especially when you're not just fifteen or twenty pounds overweight, but two hundred. I have no patience for obese people, and frankly they fucking disgust me.
I'm not talking about the lazy American suburban twat with a fifteen pound beer gut. I'm talking about you two and three hundred pounders, straining our health care system like the seams on a pair of your ample-sized pants. Honestly, at what point did you look in the mirror and think, "Whoopsie, looks like I accidentally put on 150 pounds!"
Finally, I would also like to point out the name of our blog. It's not "Americans For Fat Sensitivity," or "Even Fat Puppies Need Love." No...it's called "Daily Defamation." If you don't like what we write, wipe the Oreo crumbs off your keyboard and type in the URL of some other website that caters to your unhealthy, life-threatening need for denial. And while you're at it, save some food for the rest of us, you fucking lard ass.
posted by Anonymous at 10:08 AM
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But I'm in love with a stripper. She's diving and something and riding. Pure genius.
Damn, I left this comment on the wrong post. Belongs with the rap thing.
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