Deathfat Christmas Despite knowing better, I visited the deathfat side of my hamily for a few days for Christmas. Every butterguzzler stereotype was present. They don't eat anything green ever. But there was an endless parade of brownies, cakes, potatoes, macaroni and cheese, meat in bbq beetus sauce. And a constant flood of various flavors of beetus juice. The fridge is full of it. They have a monstrously obese cat that probably weighs at least 30 lbs. The tv stays on all day long. The idea of walking anywhere, even just for a few minutes to stretch their legs is completely inconceivable. I have so much trouble comprehending why anybody would choose to live that that. It's not even self-indulgent. It's self abuse and it's miserable. But, like I said, 100% my fault for visiting. I really should have known better.