Backround - I do some studies in one specified room which is small and has 7 tables. I can't transfer to some different room either.
There is not 1, not 2, NOT 3, NNOOTT 4...
BBBBUTTTT FIVE FUCKING FATS IN THIS ROOM.
And they have synthesized with the room, and every day they evenly spread out among the entire room in what I'm convinced is a conspiracy to thoroughly piss everyone off and assault their nostrils. Every single one of them has armpit smell between every single one of their fat folds, and it reeks, and it has a huge radius. The one I sit next to is the classic honey boo boo mom bitch who needs to be ceremoniously executed, she by far smells the worst, but she has the quality the others don't that she doesn't leave her fat juice lying around wherever she goes.
(fat juice = sweat)
There as I've said are a total of five fucking fats in the room.
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This one had his feet cut up from his fucking beetus, and he rolls around on an electric powered chair that he controls with a fucking atari controller.
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The second one (male) has no special qualities other than that he leaves the most fat juice lying around, and his stench stays around the longest because of it.
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The third male is still obese, he's not even a small fat he's just on the smaller side of obese, he "shitlords" and has gotten into shit a few times because of it, he's also generally obnoxious.
(actually, there is no large or small side of obese, circles don't have any flat sides.)
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The fourth (female) Is a nosy, entitled, loud, EXTREMELY obnoxious fat bitch who's the type to go around tinder demanding the highest quality men and thinking that she's the shit. She's been flat out fucking KICKED OUT twice for running her mouth too loud.
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This one (female) smells the worst out of all, has the classic honey boo boo mom's look and she's the fattest of all. She has 3 chins, the fat is actually being stored in her face and a bunch of ackward pointed on her body, she can barely move most joints much because of it.
IT IS HELL.
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[–] fathatersball 0 points 2 points 2 points (+2|-0) ago (edited ago)
If you haven't experienced the smell of a leaking rotting diabetes foot, it's like hell on earth.
I used to have to walk our change order to the bank and back every other day at work. You bring them cash and they fill what you need in change for your registers.
So anyway. There was a homeless guy parked right outside the bank in a wheelchair with a weeping leg. He had people with him that were thin that seemed to take the money given to him out of sympathy and buy drugs. He had to have been 300 pounds.
I knew he was the source of the smell that made me gag but one day I looked directly at him as a crackhead pulled his sock off and it was yellow and green and bleeding and DEFINITELY infected and it smelled like a rotting corpse with dog shit on top and that dog just ate a pound of sugar. I can still see the thing in my mind.
It was like seeing a real dead persons leg.
I mean, it might have been trench foot and diabetes and gangrene mixed together.
I guess because I was working when I saw this it counts as a similar story.
*AND he was right outside of a fucking restaurant where people ate on the patio.
[–] VogaLodamee [S] ago
ugw
[–] Lurkerontheroof ago
Oh man I feel for you -- maybe you should do this next time:
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