Fat Stories There I am, another beautiful day but there is great entertainment on the TV that must be watched as it only comes in every four years. I and a friend decide to hit up a nice bar, and go all the way to the back, where usually in this large bar, the back is usually empty and no one there so I can be in peace. Friend comes later, and we chill with a cold drink. Few minutes go by, two huge mayo dumpsters come in. They are wearing white shirts, and you can see they are profusely sweating even though it is almost freezing in that place. Few seconds go by, my friend and the potato shaped moons who are sitting right of me, my friend immediately moves all the way to the other side of the bar left of me and as he passes by, he says, "these fat fucks stinks, its time to move." I grab my drink and move few chairs left and find new comforts. However, my peace and tranquility did not last long. A bomb went off. It can't be fully explained on how disgusting and smelly it was, it must be felt. It was like rotten buffet inside the stomach, undigested oil and cheese, set loose for the world to smell.  The bar girl notices me use my shirt and try to filter the air but its too much. I gag and walk toward the middle of the bar and toward the bathroom as I am about to vomit.  However, after my return from the bathroom, I never went back to the bar where my drink was as I thought it had gotten shit particles in it and my friend joined me at the first bar, paid our bill and left to find another place. TLDR: two fats came in, stunk, then farted, made me gag, forced us to move, and leave bar.