Shitlording is more fun with family Mr. Ferret, Baby Ferret and I went to a craft show today with my parents. It was out of town, and everybody was feeling a bit hungry, so we stopped at McDonald's for lunch. The 5 of us are seated at a table, and there's a hamily of 4 at the table beside us. 2 female mini moons, dadbod, and a butter bison approaching 300 pounds. They've finished their lunch, and one of the little girls who is maybe 3 starts throwing a tantrum because she doesn't want to leave. Dadbod is trying to corral the other child while beastmom is trying to handle the tantrum-throwing toddler, who is now in full melt-down mode. The calorie hoarder is starting to get really upset. Her face is getting even redder, she's huffing more than I would usually expect from an obeast, and you can see she's getting really frustrated. She grabs the child by the hands trying to lift her up, but the child is screaming and wriggling out of her grasp. The beast bellows, "we're leaving! If you don't stop this right now, we're never coming back to McDonalds!" Without missing a beat, Mr. Ferret laughs and says, "yeah right," as he shoots me a smirk. The walking garbage disposal heard him, because she gave him a dirty look before she continued arguing with her hellspawn. I just smiled and said, "yeah, it's best not to make idle threats." My mom shushed me while simultaneously trying to stifle her own laughter. My dad just smirked and shook his head. I love my shitfamily. Sidenote: Is it just me, or do all fats have horribly behaved children?