Be me. At a Hanson concert. Walking from the parking lot to the front gate for the venue. 5 death fats blabbering about how much they love Hanson between panting about how hard it is to walk. All over 200 pounds and three at least 350 pounds. This is at best two tenths of a mile at a very slight incline. They are blocking the entire path and they are starting to sweat through their shirts. The smell is bad. At least they need a break so we are able to get by. Whole reason I'm here is for my non fat girlfriend. Sit down and 25 minutes later they sit right next to us. Fuck my life. Look around and at least 80% of the crowd I can see are death fat bitches hungry for the idea of Hanson dick. Which they could never get.
Why do fat bitches obsess over what they could never have. I mean maybe if they could deprive themselves the the king size Snickers a day but even then it's unlikely. Two hours surrounded by smelly sour creaming sweaty death fats. At least the orchestra was good.