|Published June 01, 2006.|
|I can't believe the number of grossly overweight women there are in this burg. They seem to be the norm, rather than the exception. I saw one girl last night that could have used her ass for a billboard and then some. I'm not talking about 20 or 30 extra eel-bees, these broads are fucking cargo container huge. |
I stood in line at a little shop downtown behind one of these two ton Tonettes. She must of been getting her evening's entertainment which included three CDs, four chocolate bars and two bags of potato chips. If our society is so hard on smokers, why aren't they as just as hard on these troughers?
So as they're wheezing and panting, have they ever considered that our overburdened health care system and our tax money are going to have to look after their fat asses down the line? 'Fraid not. They're too busy wolfing down a couple of hundred timbits while whining about how hard it is to lose their blubber.
|Sick of Walking Behind the Waddlers|