Hospital Shitlording I wish I'd taken some pictures.  Nothing but fats!   I was in the hospital tonight visiting my aunt and everywhere you look, a sea of fats.  I had the pleasure of sitting in one of the bariatric chair's for the first time.  I knew what it was, but I couldn't help wondering aloud (quite loudly) why in the world they'd make chairs so big.  I sat all the way to one side to show my grandfather that I could still fit three of me abreast in this thing, or that I could comfortably curl up and sleep in it, and I'm 6'2'' 170.  The loathing in the eyes brave enough to look my way!   Ten minutes in Grandpa Shitlord points out one of the fats (dressed in leggings stretched to the fucking limit, sitting with legs splayed wide because, let's face it, no way she's crossing those knees) has a huge split in her crotch!  I look, trying not to laugh, and fuck if she isn't staring straight at me.  Fuck, I'm caught!  Oh well, what's she going to do?  I can outrun her with a brisk walk. I'm bringing my aunt breakfast in the morning.  Maybe I'll sneak in a box of Duck's Donuts to trigger all the fats.