Ugly fatty. Where I live there is a fat. I already wrote about her having to take the pill because her hormones are fucked up not because she gets any, neither relate to her weight in any meaningful way of course. And she failed at her non carbohydrate diet again. Not because she needed to lose weight, because the totes does not, but because the beetus is looming. She is a few kilo short of insulin shots.  So she did her ree bit about dieting. And I told her how what you eat is not as important as how much you eat, if you do not eat it you cannot gain it. I conceded there may be cases of where certain types of food may stick to you a tiny bit, but that is largely irrelevant as long as you are not malnourished, as someone who does not like fruits to the point bananas literally make you vomit or the only vegetable you will eat is a red bell pepper. And she of course said: this is all genetic. Of course it is. So I get my laptop and have a little fun with thinner people present. The Slaton sisters chubby bunny challenge. And suddenly she announced she had to go with a voice on the verge of breaking up.  That will show you for trying to chat me up again. She smells weird too. At least she has impeccable dress sense, notice the stripes that accentuate her curves. She claims dresses is all she wears because she hates jeans, I am of the strong conviction she does not wear jeans because she will never ever fit into any and if she will it shows the fupa. She passed up one of the other inhabitants that said she was a beautiful girl and a special someone and explains to me (I did not ask) she will wait for that special someone. If she means an underweight tall guy that lifts to get back to his original shape, she better not mean me. From the way she said it, she does mean me. But her face looks like her ass only with 3 chins, she reeks, she farts and burps loudly, scratches open the sores on her arms, she was too dumb to graduate highschool, is childish as fuck, stomps like an elephant, wears orthopedic(or similar) footwear, only eats crap in large quantities, cannot pronounce an r properly (I googled Wendell Wiggers when she meant Randall Riggs), greasy hair, and has sausages instead of fingers, cries easily, buys crap like puzzles and a 3rd dishset and pillows and sheets when she is single and her house if exploding with crap already. Guess what the pigfucker tells me after as he overheard her? I'd be a fool to pass her up. Really, his words. I'd be a fool to not fuck this humongous piggy. At this point I'd piss neither of them in the face even if their teeth were on fire. I take care of myself, she would not know eat this shit meant. I notice details and comment on them. I tell someone I notice their hair is taller then ever, I tell someone her nails are bronze though she ha a preference for and only ever wore pink. So she now makes a habit of waving her nails in my face up close. A different screaming colour eevery time. And a begging look. She wants me to notice. I notice. And I will not say a fucking thing. No attention for you. I asked her weight once. She mad. I know you are not supposed to ask a lady her weight but a lady is a human. She is neither. So I asked her about her bmi instead. She answered with the preface bmi is not defining anything really. But she would tell me it is well over 30, quite a fast answer for someone that claims not to keep track. So I told everyone that >30 is obese >35 is super obese, and when I wanted to tell about >40, she got mad and insisted change of subject. So I kept going.  I do not get why she is still trying to get my attention and approval still. I do not want her nasty ass. Or her mangy dog.