Got some grade A shitlording last night with my parents!  It was great! I was having dinner with my parents, and there was a ham on the news who had highlighted her hair like neon yellow.  Like this, but WAYYYY overdone.  my dad started saying "I saw Allie, John's wife (names changed) at the store today, it was... absurd.  She's has this red hair, but it's bright red, not normal red.  And she's fat, like, REALLY fat." So we talked about her weight for a bit, how it looked with her compared to the slightly-underweight husband, and my dad kinda mumbles sometimes, he said something like, "her appearance is ridiculous, she's obese." and my mom says "a BEAST?  Did you say she looks like a BEAST?" I said, "No, mom, obese." figuring my father, fun loving, generous and kind person wouldn't have it in him to hate the fatties. And he replied, "No, chawat (he calls me by my voat handle wanna fight about it), SHE. IS. a BEAST." And for a brief moment, everything was right in the world.  ISIS put down their arms and hugged the Kurdish forces, the Cubs won the World Series AND Superbowl, and every fat person instantly disappeared.  But then we came back to reality and started talking about the fire situation in Washington.