Too fucking many to count Today I decided to count the amount of eat beasts I encountered in my day versus the amount of humans. I am an attorney at a very busy big office. I went directly home after work.   Because there are so many people who fall into that in-between area - I fucking counted them as eat beasts too - no one wants to see your gut straining against your shirt/pants or rotund fucking top-arms or thighs jutting out of your pants. Final Count: 41 to 12. Can you guess which group won? The only reason I could keep count was due to my cellphone. There were too many fatties to fucking count in my head. Thankfully, my supervisor and his boss (a named partner) are fit, voracious humans so at least I can respect them. Ugh.