two little FPH snacks for you guys 1) Little piglet on the playground.   So yesterday I took the kids (4yo and 1yo) to the zoo which has a playground in the middle. They were playing on it and most of the kids there were built like my shitlittle, fit, active, happily climbing and jumping and running like kids are supposed to do. And then I saw the piglet. Couldn't have been over 7, yet her little sausage arms and legs were easily the same width as  my upper arms, no neck, just all around built like 10lbs of beetus in a 5lb sack. She was walking around sadly, huffing and puffing, sometimes halfheartedly attempting to climb up with the kid sized kids and failing.....she kind of had the build of my 1yo without the muscle underneath (cuz even though he looks like a mini sumo wrestler the kid can climb) I genuinely felt bad for the  little piglet, because she looked like she really wanted to play like a normal kid, but since she has shitty parents who think giving her shitty food and setting her up for a lifetime of bad health and an early grave is a good idea...she couldn't. So I was sad-mad.  2) Snack time  So just today natural Asian shitlord husband and acquired shitlord myself went out to lunch. It  was a Japanese ramen place where there's a big table that seats like 14 people in the middle which is kind of communal. We sat down, there was a Japanese tourist couple on the other end, and a little later a couple of obvious Murican tourists sit across from us...an older man and woman, not obeasts, more of the flabby wrinkly smallfat type. They look at the menu, and the server comes over, and they start asking about the fried chicken. Yes, as a side dish there are orders of Japanese style fried chicken, which are generally just bite sized chunks of thigh meat in a batter lightly seasoned fried and maybe a squirt of lemon. So they start asking about it and it's obvious from the conversation that these are the kind of people that usually eat their fried chicken from a bucket. They end up getting two orders and a bowl of rice. After we were done with our giant bowls of delicious ramen, we went outside and I asked Mr. husband if he noticed those Muricans in front of us. He said yeah, he did, they just ate fried chicken and rice and left. I asked him why people would do that, he said "maybe they just wanted somewhere to sit and relax" and I went "what? and just eat fried chicken and rice?" and he gave me a look like "don't ask me, this is your country" P.S we went out for cake after that and guess what, not fat.