I saw two FUPAs in the flesh today. I may never eat again.  It was around 4:00 today, and I was out walking. It was quite windy out (My dress definitely noticed) and... I spy a ham. It had on a tubblr-dress on and some sort of ankleboot. As I am staring at it with obvious disgust written all over my face, it's dress FLIES up and over the mound of flesh it calls a stomach, and... I nearly puked. I could see the ripples of fat and cellulite on the overhung FUPA covering (Luckily) whatever demon it had underneath. It immediately reaches out to pull it's dress down and shuffles away from the area in shame.  Not two minutes later, I see another ham, wearing capri leggings, a high waisted skirt, and a T-shirt tucked into that. The wind worked it's magic again, and up flew the ham's skirt to reveal a (thankfully) covered, round FUPA. I made sure it saw my horror, and she turned to her friend, "Well, that happened!" In a too-cheerful voice for the horrors that had just occurred.  Thanks, America.