I'm the same place I've been for the last 32 years, in my parents basement with the only two friends I've ever had: X-box and laptop. I was a loner all throughout school, never had any friends all the way through high school. Was chubby and overweight all my life, and during that time I heard every fat joke in the book. Now at nearly 520 lbs, the only activities left that I have the capacity for are rolling over in my bed and the occasional trip to the bathroom/shower which is always a putrid event. Didn't dare go to college. Never had a job. If I had to fill out a job application, I'd be done after I put down my name and the date. I've tried to eat my misery away, which is about the only pleasure I have access to, and its gotten to where I'm so large I can barely make it up the stairs to see my parents(major social event), both of who are also fat slobs, but at least my dad can squeeze into a vehicle long enough to go get groceries. I'm so limited in my movement that I can't bathe myself like I used to and consequently my big ass mother said the stench is getting harder to tolerate so she asked me to limit my trips upstairs to when she isn't around. I can't stop eating, its all I have to look forward to...other than death. I'm a failed genetic experiment between two fat slobs and I'm headed nowhere. I will land with a thud. F all of your pathetic responses, they can't and won't help me.
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I can help your fat ass shit blubber problem. All it will take is one punch to your corpulent fish face motherfucking trout mouth and you won't be able to take anything but fluids for 6 months. I guarantee you'll lose 100 lbs and be able to get back into the ocean to rejoin your puss belly shitwalruses over at the wharf.
Holy shit I'd like to kill you, but you're already doing it for me, fagwhale.
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