Account Deleted By User I spent a few hours today carousing at the Ren Fest with my friend and his dog. Holy shit. Fats everywhere. The promise of deep-fried things covered in ranch dressing sure does send them into a frenzy. There were two things that I noticed in particular: Scootypuffs galore. The terrain isn't exactly forgiving at the festival grounds, either. As we were waiting in line, my friend remarked to me that it baffled him that anyone would be confined to a chair so they could keep fucking eating. I knew he was a shitlord, but it's always funny to hear people say things almost word for word from FPH. The faire is apparently a safe haven for smallfats to expose their pale, fat, doughy midriffs under corsets, halters, or those jingly bellydancer scarf tops. Don't get me wrong--I'm so aggressively pale that I scored a pretty good sunburn today. There's just something jarring about that neon white busted-biscuit-dough-tube belly. We had walked past quite a few when my friend chuckled and said he didn't remember seeing a muffin top booth.  MN shitlords report in. I know you lot probably have stories to share.