Alright ChrisMcStoots, buckle up buttercup! You want negativity? You came to the right place. Those “carry it well” comments got nothin’ on what we’re about to unleash. But here’s the deal: Every insult comes with a workout tip. Get ready to work for those burns (and the gains)! #SufferFest #EarnIt
You fat fucking piece of shit. Quit looking for attention on the internet, get out of your head and on a treadmill and lose your tits.
It is your responsibility to yourself, your family and society to do more and be better.
So BE better.
I believe you can.
Debatable. But worth it.
I don’t. He shouldn’t even bother trying and accept his condition and enjoy hating himself.
There is no spoon
How bout an update my man?
I don’t want to get the creative writing juices flowing if you’re just going to sop them up with a loaf of bread and turn them into a biohazard.
How are you doing?
I’m hitting the weights solid ain’t missing or being a bitch. I’m the lightest I’ve been in 4 years. I’m down 10 more pounds since this post was made, and I’m down 45-50 so far this year. I’m so fucking fat and pathetic I have lost that much weight and want to lose a hundred more pounds to live a normal active life. I like to travel and I’m embarrassed to get on a plane. I was asked to travel for work and get an award and I had to say no because I’m a fat fucking piece of shit. I have come to the conclusion my heart can blow from being a fat sack of shit, my heart could blow from giving it everything I got and trying to lose the weight. Then the question is do I want the pain of being a fat sack of shit that can’t live a normal life or the pain of working out and dedication and will power? I’ve chosen the pain of working out, dedication, and will power. I still have a weak brain but it strays less and less.
TY Brother
it’s time to get your act together, life is short, don’t spend more time doing what is wrong.
You fucking loser, instead posting here go jog around the block for 20 minutes instead.
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.
I knew you looked familiar.

I am more than certain that this is a person with a dominatrix fetish here and we’re just giving it away for free.

I tried charging for it but business has been slow
