I hate to be redundant, but good god theres so many fucking fat people here. I'm thinking of starting a photo blog of just how morbidly obese people walking around the Tucson Mall are. Aren't these people embarrassed? Have they no shame what-so-fucking-ever?! About 1/4 of the people I saw were just novelty cabbage-patch-mister-potat
o-head fat,
(I don't think those descriptors
[metaphors, similes? I never paid much attention in seventh grade English class, or "language arts" as it was euphemistically referred to, fuck I don't think that's the right word either]
made much sense but they sounded cool to me)
Anyway like one out of every fifty people in Europe looks like that, and thats only 'cause they have type II Diabetes, some glandular shit going on, or are otherwise fucked over genetically, but shit, what are they gonna do, they are sick.
These fat fucks have no excuse what-so-fucking-ever ( I know I already used that term but fuck it, it fits this rambling-ass train of thought) for looking like this. They're out in public! Sign up for Jenny Craig or stay within 500 yards of the vicinity of the mall, shit i'm there to purchase clothing and have an otherwise aesthetically appealing experience, not to endure your blobbed out chunky ass bouncin' up and down the food court grazing on a foot long hot dog with fifteen fat folds sticking out of your petite tank top. For fucks sake.
I got a digicam!, heres the promised fat fuck photoblog as part of my culture shock series.
(I don't think those descriptors
[metaphors, similes? I never paid much attention in seventh grade English class, or "language arts" as it was euphemistically referred to, fuck I don't think that's the right word either]
made much sense but they sounded cool to me)
Anyway like one out of every fifty people in Europe looks like that, and thats only 'cause they have type II Diabetes, some glandular shit going on, or are otherwise fucked over genetically, but shit, what are they gonna do, they are sick.
These fat fucks have no excuse what-so-fucking-ever ( I know I already used that term but fuck it, it fits this rambling-ass train of thought) for looking like this. They're out in public! Sign up for Jenny Craig or stay within 500 yards of the vicinity of the mall, shit i'm there to purchase clothing and have an otherwise aesthetically appealing experience, not to endure your blobbed out chunky ass bouncin' up and down the food court grazing on a foot long hot dog with fifteen fat folds sticking out of your petite tank top. For fucks sake.
I got a digicam!, heres the promised fat fuck photoblog as part of my culture shock series.
Last one, More to come on my photoblog...
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