Hams Du Jour and Shitlording Dad First time poster and recent lurker here, I was inspired by a little bit of shared shitlording and massive planets to make this post.  I accompanied my dad today to the car parts store, casual as ever, when I spy (With equal parts ease and disgust) a store nearly entirely occupied by planets. Sadly, this isn't as rare of an occurrence as it ought to be, but let's not get into the hopeless state the world is currently in. First of all, exactly all of the cashiers were obese lardballs draped in large, red, and overly bright blankets- quite the disconcerting sight. However, they didn't even come close to the largest of the obeasts in there-  Now, it was massive: Larger than the pictures make it out to be. It had sweat stains covering it's vest top and fat rolls on it's scalp to top everything off. I, of course, stare at it in a state of horror hoping it catches my eye before I sneakily snap a couple of photos. (Unfortunately, only the human beside it noticed and gave me a glare in response.) We ended up behind them in line at the checkout, and I take one more photo. Of course, they take forever and a day, but whatever. I can wait. They leave and we go up to pay for our items before returning to the car. As we pull out, they are still walking(One of them, at least) to their car, and my dad states, "That man has a lot more opportunities for tattoos than the lady." Now, he never, ever makes shitlord comments, so this takes me by surprise. I process it for a moment before replying, "Three times the surface area," as I'm not sure if he meant it in that way- This could go in any direction. He looks at me a moment and gives a sly smirk that I return, and we make our way home. I'm proud of you, Dad. In case you were looking for those photos: Obeasts and Hams