Broke Three Chairs, Still Can't Convince Her to Lose Weight Hi FPH, longtime listener first time poster.  I've been slowly transistioning into a shitlord, living in a smalltown does that. My friend, whom I've grown up with, is slowly becoming human sized after being incredibly fat all throughout junior high and high school. However, she's  plateaued after hitting around 200 or so pounds (or so she tells me).  Anyway, onto the fatty bits: The first time she broke a chair, she told me about it the next day, all giddy and teehee-ing (she actually teehee's, it's fucking annoying). It was a children's plastic chair, the kind that's common in kindergarten classes. Like this one only slightly bigger.  Now when she told me, I could not fucking believe it. Like you actually broke a chair by sitting on it? She laughed and said yeah, it was a small chair, y'know I have a fatass, etc etc. Whatever, I guess it was freak accident on her part.  Or so I thought.  The next time it happened, I actually bore witness and was incredibly embarassed because we were with a group of friends. All of us were hanging out, having a good time and suddenly we hear this loud rip, of the fabric kind. Immediately, all eyes fall on her. Why? She was sitting in our friends folding chair and the bottom half actually fucking ripped on it's side because of her weight. She of course made the usual jokes, it couldn't 'handle' her ass, the chair was obviously defective---really? I sat in the chair several times before, legs and all, and not once did I ever think it was going to break.  Last but not least, the third I brought up unintentionally, as I questioned what happened to the wooden chair at her desk. Noticeably glum, she said the leg broke when she sat down, some sort of 'freak accident.' Please. This time I had to shitlord her a little bit.  "All these chairs just breaking in like the past three months, it's so strange. Kind of funny though, huh?" "I guess. It's my big butt, teehee."  "Yeah I mean, remember that time at [friends] house? I would've been so embarassed if it was me. Just falling like that." "Yeah." "Imagine if it was in a restaurant, what would you've done? I probably would've just left, but chairs don't usually break when I sit on them." "I really don't want to talk about it anymore."  At the end of the day, I really had to say something. I mean I guess one is understandable, but three fucking chairs?