jomo mojo, thanks for your kind words. back at ya, man. this thread has turned into a veritable love-in, and i am digging it. so, in that spirit…
special to dale the bold: dale, i wish to sincerely apologize for my shameful piling on in that thread over there, you know of which i speak. im sorry, man. super size IS extremely inviting, because of all the extra fries, but i can never come close to finishing the gi-normous half gallon of soda pop that also comes with. in general, i am always astonished when i see someone, fat or no, blithely suckin down a 46 oz big gulp, or bucket o’ coke at the movies, et cetera. unless its liquor, i never have wanted to ingest such mass quantities of liquid, ever. need more room for chow, i guess.
now i gotta a question, for my fellow fat men. why, why are we fat? why do we eat too much? im not looking for pat answers, like, we cant control ourselves. thats pretty fuckin obvious. im interested in what separates us from the slim, the obsession we have around eating bad food, and too much of it.
i wasnt breast fed, and my mama didnt love me. (if i ever get a tattoo, thatll be it). even though i wasnt a fat kid, really, i have this burning need to have something in my mouth. joints and pipes, two and half packs of fucking winstons a day, buckets o’ cocktails, and mass quantities of chow. im wondering if there isnt a connection, slight as it may be. [bold]listen to me, normies: control is not the issue here![/bold] im not looking to pass the buck or assign blame to someone other than myself, rather i am genuinely interested in looking deeper than the obvious and shallow societal blaming/shaming stuff. maybe its too late in the thread, but i just thought of it. fat ladies, feel free to join in.
i apologize in advance if my first lame attempt at coding fails; if it doesnt, i am a celebration!