Ever had a fat roommate? They have habits and problems you could never imagine if you didn't live with them. If I was cooking in the kitchen while my fat roommate was taking a shit, I could hear the lard ball LITERALLY PANTING as he tried to force all the processed Chinese food and fast food out of his rotting colon. How can you not want to change your lifestyle when the biggest work out of your day is losing your breath trying to take a shit? Share your stories of rooming with living lard.