Shitlording is becoming a sport for me Last night, I had a meeting with a wedding planner as I am organizing my wedding that will happen this summer. She It is big... spherical. So I shake its hoof, sit down next to my fiance, and immediately start thinking of ways to shitlord that fucker. I think I did a pretty fine job at it, but I'll let you be the judge.  1. I took my coat off. I know, it's not that big of a deal. I just finished a dance rehearsal and was wearing some tight fitting clothes that showed off my flat stomach and my beautiful collarbones. When I took my coat off, it actually lost its train of thought, so 1 point for me I guess.  2. I sat down with both hands beside me, on the chair. There was enough room for me to fit my butt AND both my hands on this somewhat big chair. It was sitting on the same style of chair, but its fat was spilling out from all sides and angles. It surely took notice of the way I was sitting because I caught it numerous times looking down at where my hands were placed. 1 point for me.  3. Teehee goblin tells me that the location I picked for the ceremony is too small for the amount of guests that will be attending the wedding. The location is a floating platform. Not wasting any time, I ask: "Is it because of weight limit? Because we're pretty fit in my family" This is the look it gave me. Of course it's not because of weight limit, but because of space restriction. I knew that. I just couldn't let a golden opportunity pass by and not take it. 3 points for me.  All in all, it was a pretty successful evening. It ended 5-0 for the shitlady, of course.