Kill fat parents now. Picture this: I'm at my kindergartener's Valentine's Day party. It's the typical sugar-fest: cupcakes, cookies, candy, chips, some fruit that a mom brought to pretend to be healthy. My mini shitlady stops after a cupcake and some strawberries. The fat kid (and I mean FAT, round, gross) across from her just keeps shoveling in food. Then, he says he's going to throw up, he's eaten so much. His portly grandmother pats him on the back.  What in the fuck is his porky parental unit teaching him?! Eat 'til you puke?!