I don’t know what it is. Maybe god id punishing me for talking about fat people on SUBWAYblogger.
Lord knows the haters start bashing away in the comments every time I bring up the subject.
So before I get into the point of this post, let me say a few things for the record
- No, I don’t hate fat people. I just think that they need to recognize that they are fat and that other people shouldn’t have to be impacted by someone else’s girth.
- I’m not insensitive. I just tell it the way it is. Sugar coating is for babies.
- I know…just because your fat doesn’t mean you a bad person. I get it, and I agree. So just relax.
I know some of you won’t be able to help yourselves. You’ll need to rail on me in the comments. Have at it. You know I never censor the comments.Read More »
So a fat woman and a gay guy walk into a bar. (Just kidding)
Instead, a skinny gay guy sits down next to a biiiiiiig hunk of woman on the subway. She’s easily a seat-and-a-halfer. Her thighs are just spilling over into the seat next to her.
She was all the way at the end of the row, so her other side was oozing out under the bar into the doorway. I’m not even kidding when I say that people had to be careful walking through the door on that side. One guy’s leg rubbed up against her and scared the crap out of him. It startled him as he got off the train.
Anyway, big momma is reading the paper. The New York Times I believe, surprisingly not the Food section.
So skinny gay guy is just minding his own business. He’s a little squished in his seat, but doesn’t seem to mind. He’s reading a book and listening to an iPod.
Then, big momma goes to turn the page. She nearly smacks him in the face. She’s so round, she can hardly get her hands around in front of her. The bottom of the paper keeps getting hung up on her breasts as she tries to fold the page back. So with each page turn, she’s flapping her flippers arms out and getting all in the gay guy’s business.
To his credit, he didn’t say anything the first two times she did it. He just made a face and rolled his eyes. People around us were smiling, trying not to laugh because she made a big deal about every turn of the page.
On the third turn, she bumped his book. The pages of her newspaper were covering his book as she was turning the page.
Finally, he had enough. Read More »