Fat people have ruined burning man. Back in the day you had to be a svelte motherfucker to survive 10 days in butt fuck hot weather and cold ass nights. You walked miles a day and ate canned tuna.  Last week I saw more fat fucks huffing and puffing around the desert hoping they could find a fucking ice cream cart or some fancy air conditioned tent.  This makes me sad. Very sad. I love to see all the great looking fit people (hearts go out to my body builder lady friend who makes everyone look bad). And now, sigh, I have bad dreams about the british couple in front of me at the burn who apparently didn't have enough strength to sit up for 2 hours and had to lounge on a blanket while I got a fabulous (/s) view of captain fat arses ass crack because he was to fat to find pants that fit. I seriously hope he got some kind of ass rash.  Oh yeah, I saw Justin Bieber dancing with a gay guy wearing a white fluffy glowing coat. That was pretty funny.  Dear fats. Get the fuck out of my desert.