So I helped a fat guy move a desk on his house My flatmate has a friend (who is american, and fat) who needed help moving a table. I thought it was going to be a massive dinning room table for like 10 people, but it was a cheap Ikea desk that could be easily carried by one person. I guess this obeast needed help because of his constant knee pain and just generally sweating lard all day. After dealing with all his filth on his apartment he rewarded us with beers, food and a ride back home, not too bad right? When were done moving all of his useless shit, my flatmate and I tried to get into his car for a ride back home. The suspension on the driver side was about to collapse under the enormous weight of this land whale with a driver license.  His fucking car was full to the brim with McDonalds garbage, we had to move a bunch of shit and several empty 2L bottles of coke to the back so we can fit on that glorified mobility scooter. There was one fully sealed bottle, I guess in case he need to hydrate after a long day of sitting on his arse doing nothing. Jokingly I told him he shouldn't get us Maccas, he got really upset so we went to a nearby KFC instead, He got 2 buckets of disgusting fried greasy chicken, one for each I assumed. Honestly, those things can feed easily 6 people. We head back to my flat and he comes inside with us, first thing this sea cow does is feeding my cat a piece fried chicken. I scolded him and got really upset. He barely apologized as according to him "cats eat chicken all the time". Then he ate the ENTIRE bucket of fried chicken by himself, while my flatmate and I could barely eat half of it between the two of us. We let him take the leftovers with him.  To these day, that bucket remains lost on the back seat of his car (1) Fucking lazy piece of shit. (1) I made up that last part, but I would not be wondered if that were actually true. unreleated: How do I verify myself as a shitlord?