I mean, I’ve been going through phases myself. My usual fast food meal is a large combo with an extra small burger or chicken sandwich on the side. That’s what I feel like I need to satisfy me for lunch or dinner. When I (briefly) started working out, I made myself stop eating so much, and after a while a single burger and fries were quite enough to satisfy me, because my body realized it didn’t need all that crap.
Of course, then I dropped the ball and I’m back up to eating unhealthy like that. I try to limit the damage by only eating two meals a day, but that’s not working well. Point is, if you ignore the cookies and focus on the carrots, eventually the carrots will satisfy.
Just thinking while I’m riding on the bus about the last time I had sex isn’t going to give me the same pleasure rush as masturbating right there, either, but I don’t stick my hand down my jeans and go to it.
I’d rather those extra seats be taken up by fat people than taken up by people with repulsive personalities. I think the fatties deserve the extra ‘share’ a lot more.
Well, I would except your mother likes to keep the phone between her ass cheeks while she is blowing me. So I can’t eally see the TV over her head or call anyone even if I could.
I don’t disagree, but that’s beside the point. The point being that the bag of carrots doesn’t satisfy the craving that the fat person has difficulty resisting.
No way in HELL would I drink a Diet Coke. I mean, gross.
But in fairness to the remarks about your picture, you’re not fat and people remarking about what a fat ass you have are just being rude and inflammatory, in my opinion. Granted, your body would look a teensy bit better with my face than yours, but fate is cruel and I <3 Oreos.
Anyway, I’m looking forward to your pittings of people with children in public spaces, people who smell offensive and people who drive like maniacs/ski/smoke/drink/dance/don’t get enough sleep/have kids/etc. and up our health insurance premiums.
Keep fighting the good fight, sugar. insert revolution fist here
Hey, guys, I just walked out into the street and punched some fruit vendor who used an apostrophe wrong in his sign. But you really can’t blame me, because that kind of language misuse pisses me off way more than your average person. You just don’t understand how *hard *it is!
No shit. But it’s the Pit, and I couldn’t care less about their opinions. *I *know I’m fuckin’ smokin’ hot, so I couldn’t care less.
As long as the kids are well-behaved and/or the people remove them when they make a stink, it don’t bother me none.
Bitches need to take a fucking shower. God damn.
Don’t smokers already have higher premiums? The others don’t have nearly the same impact as the obese. There also not as easily identifiable (nor do they bitch about their problems), which makes them smaller (heh) targets.
WOOOOOO LET’S GO LISTEN TO SOME AGAINST ALL AUTHORITY, I THINK THEY HAVE A SONG ABOUT FATTIES.
It’s not a wig. That’s my own hair. OVER TWO HOURS it took me to fucking curl and tease that shit. I think it actually took longer than the Rorschach costume I did back in 2005, which is ironic, because I came up with the idea while watching *Halloween *as something that would be easy to pull off.
You clearly do not know your audience. I’d wager that most people who read this post were starting to think they’d found a middle ground with you until they realized you were just trying to make a point.