The fucked up thing is epic fatasses develop handicap status and the 'perks' that ensue.. "Hey, I get to bomb around Wal-Mart in this badass cart because I was too stupid to not... get the fuck off my ass.." At least that's what my excuse would be at epic level. "Hey, will my insurance cover my new Hovaround?" ..and will it cover the ass-beatings I should expect to incur as a result of my laziness? Yes sir, I would want someone to beat me with half melted Twizzlers if I wasn't up to par.. but nobody will.
Now, I'm not saying don't shoot for the stars, and epic level, yourself. I just typed that other shit to motivate myself to stay sub-par in City of Fatasses..
I'm disgruntled.
I demand the right to ride a damn cart!
Oh, and I'm thinking of putting all the This Old Show and Fusion up on the YouTube..
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