Fat dude cat called me leaving the gym last night. Short story: Friend wanted to go to the gym, she wants to try lifting weights as she's never set foot in the iron temple before.  I offered to teach her to squat, blah blah blah.  It went well for a newb, decent form right off the bat. Anyway we were leaving and this fucking grease ball animal (aprox 300 - 325#) in a trailer trash wife beater, that I could clearly see the outline of its stomach (blech) was getting out of it's not quite as large but still grossly overweight femayo's car.  This disgusting thing had the audacity to yell across the parking lot to me "hey, wanna wrestle?" While trying to flex it's nonexistent biceps.  I replied, " homeboy I'd fuck you up in 3 seconds."  It's femayo reee'd something back to me but I was already climbing into the car so I didn't catch what it said.  I wish I had been quicker witted and said something more shitlordy, but I was more shocked that grease had become sentient.  I'm so over this strong fat bullshit.  Just because you weigh 300# doesn't make you strong.