Have you noticed that butter tubs like to invade others' conversations? I was sitting at a restaurant with a couple of friends discussing some of the topics we discuss regularly.  At this point, a giant she-planet waddles in.  We're the only people in the place and of-fucking-course out of all the empty tables in the place she sits her double-wide ass right behind us and just sits. We continue our conversations and apparently once the hamplanet got its breathing under control, it was able to listen in on our conversations.  After ordering our food, it decided it didn't like what one of my friends was saying about Tumblr users and SJWs  (here's a hint, we fucking hate them),  and decided to open its otherworldly mouth hole for a purpose other than food. All of us turn and look at it in disgust, when my friend's girlfriend pipes up.  "It's rude to join a conversation you had no part in, leave us alone" To which it oinks in reply "well you guys are being really offensive and I'm not gonna sit here and listen to it" Finally, I jump in.  "Well, I'd ask you to walk your ass out of hearing distance from us but you'd probably die from a heart attack in the way"  I then continue to explain that not only were we having a discussion among friends, but reminded the butterpig that she CHOSE to sit by us when she had her pick of any table in the place. She then sulks, melting into herself and shifting her folds around to pull out her phone.  Thinking she's making one last stand, she says "I'm writing about you guys on my Tumblr right now and I'm gonna a take a picture of you to put on it so people know how shitty you are!" I then remind the animal that she's in an establishment where there's a reasonable expectation of privacy and that taking our picture without our consent is against the law.  She tries to take the picture anyway and we cover our faces.  My friend then yells for the manager and explains to him that this fucking cow is trying to illegally take our picture, and he asks the fat fuck to knock it off. She starts doing the usual fat shit response to this request, which is to stomp, moo and oink in impotent rage.  He kicks her out and comps half our meal for the inconvenience. By all means. Share your stories about when fatties decided to wedge themselves into the entirety of your social interactions