Wonder why you are fat?
There I am in the doctors surgery the other day when this repugnant fat ass bitch and her equally repugnant almost as fat ass daughter waddle in with bare feet causing the magazines on the table to shift around with each step they took.
All the way down the corridor to their seats in the waiting room they are shoving handful after handful of lollies into their gaping maws, swallowing them without chewing much like seagulls. (As chewing would waste precious seconds they could use to shove more lollies into their fat, jiggling faces.)
In this feeding frenzy, the fat ass bitch loses one lolly and it rolls along the floor. She starts cursing like “Fucking little bugger! Trying to get awayfrom me, eh you little shit?”
Now for those of you who are weak stomached you might want to go to the bathroom and stick your fingers down your throat to make sure you empty the contents of your stomachs in the toilet rather than over your computers.
Done it? Ok. Back to it… So what does this fat bitch do? She ambles over, picks up this one lolly off the floor and eats it, even shocking her own daughter with her disgutingness.
Now just think about that for a moment.
How many pairs of shoes and bare feet have walked on that floor, not to mention what those shoes and feet might have stepped in before? Think of all those people who sit there coughing and spluttering all different sorts of bacteria and viruses all over the place, all of them coming to rest on the floor. How many possible mutations could you get by this myriad of diseases laying around on the floor? But obviously that was no concern to this fat bitch as she goes and eats a lolly that has laid in that cesspool.
I could just tell by the way she got up she was going to eat it. I thought about squashing it under my foot just to spite the fat slag but then she would probably start howling and moaning and would be trying to eat my foot to get at the lolly residue and I would have to stomp on her fat face and then body slam her through the wall to stop her. That would no doubt upset her fat ass daughter and so I would have to body slam her through the wall as well and having to body slam those two fat asses would strain my back and put me in an even worse mood.
What a fat slag. She couldn’t let one fucking lolly go! Believe me you disgusting blob – you can stand to go without one lolly or two or about the next billion you plan to eat.
What really disgusts me is not the fact she is shoving lollies into her fat face in a doctor’s surgery (Here’s a free hint – lay off the lollies and pizza and burgers and chips and cakes and biscuits and horses and rhinos and elephants that you eat and you might not need to visit the doctor for all your fat related health problems…) but that she is so much of a fat disgusting slag she can’t even let one lolly go and has to eat it off the floor.
And then she would be one to wonder why people make fun of fat people like her.
I
swear doctors don’t get paid enough to deal with people like that. If I had to
look at her naked and examine her, it would prevent me from being able to crack
a boner for weeks. You couldn’t pay me enough to be a doctor – plus there is the
whole thing about helping people... but in all honestly I would be a kick-ass
doctor who would not needlessly pump people full of drugs and medication or make
them waste time and money going to ex-druggies/drunks/gamblers/criminals
counsellors.
Hmmm……That gives me an idea
© by Tiberius Alatheus 2004