Resident fatty hater here.
I got you fam bro man guy .
You look too happy for someone with an impending heart disease diagnosis and weight-related early death.
How disappointed would you feel to see your son walking around with your pear-shaped body? It’d probably feel worse when you realized that you were the reason your son was built like a taco truck… He tried to emulate you, while you were emulating two cumulative people’s BMI.
Fatass dads have fatass sons and fatass daughters.
Right now, your legacy is nothing more than a double-wide ass imprint on a sofa, and you look way too complacent to change anything about that.
But hey, look on the bright side - maybe your claim to fame is being fattest person in your fantasy football league. That’s it, that’s how you’ll be remembered.
Here’s a post I wrote about one of your brethren.