"Infestation" or "Coming out of hibernation" It was a cold and rainy morning in my small Canadian town. Unlike fats, my day started at the gym, followed by a light breakfast and a full day of chores. (Day off, lucky me) Unlike fats, I got off my ass and got a ton of things off the to-do list. Unlike fats, I can go the day without eating and focus on work. It wasn't until I was all done that I realized it was dinner time and I was super hungry. Unlike fats I wasn't worried about going into starvashun mode, but I didn't feel like cooking so I treated myself to a burrito after a hard day's work. As the day passed the weather dried up and got a lot warmer. Definitely t-shirt worthy.  Warm enough to wake the fats Shitlords and Ladies, they were everywhere. 95% of every person I passed was a ham. And no smallfats, all obese as fuck. In case you were wondering, the other 5% were a combination of crackheads, runners and cyclists. Here's the worst part. Ever since I found FPH I notice things. Fupas. Cottage cheese legs. That half-walk-half-waddle they do when they're sauntering down the sidewalk. It's like I used to hate fats, but now I know why I hate fats. They're disgusting. Repulsive. Slow. Lazy. And it was you guys who helped me better understand that.  Thank you FPH.