Fat fucking contractor so fat it couldn't breathe We had a contractor in today working on the filtration system for our new lab space.  We are installing new filters and air handlers. The fat fuck who showed up to work out the plan for this week was a Class IV or V death fat.  It's paninuculs was large enough it's back bowed funny. Worst was the way it sucked air in at odd intervals, wheezing, struggling to breathe between syllables. HUUURRRRRRCKKKK "We need to test the" HUUUURRRRRRRRRK "intake and see" CHUUUURK "if there are any" CHGUURKK..K..K..URRRRrhh "particulates and" CHUUUURRRRRRRR "see" cough HUUUURRK "how the filters" HUUUUUURR "are doing." Thin privilege is being able to talk without your heart rate hitting 180bpm.