American Day Trip I'm going to try and keep the American-hate as contained as possible, mostly because I am from there. However, I seem to have either forgotten how fat everyone is there or re-sensitized myself to it by living out of the country for a decade. Anyway, I made a day trip to do a little shopping in the states. We went to an athletic clothing store where the apparent dress code for staff is sports bras and yoga pants. Which was fine–for most of the employees. However, one gal came out of the back room with honest-to-god back tits hanging out of this sports bra. As she walked about "helping" customers she would grab at them and scratch underneath them, continuously. Then, we went grocery shopping. A gargantuan woman walked by us smelling of sweat and yeast infection. Honestly, who would go into a GROCERY STORE smelling like their loins are on fire?  Last, we went to a gay club. A boulderesque broad nearly bowled me down while dancing and must have left a wet stain on my shirt because her rank, unwashed scent lingered for several minutes despite her rolling on. WHY ARE THESE MONSTERS LEAVING THEIR HOMES???? JESUS WHAT HAS BECOME OF MY COUNTRY??? I can literally never move back now. Fuuuuuuuuuuuuck.