Fat cow needs a ride to local genetics all you can glutton buffet. My father asked me to give a ride to a lady he met through his charity work. I thought it would be no big deal. I phoned the girl and it sounded like it was Jabba. I realized it was no girl, it was a moon. I asked my Dad after I hung up if it was fat. He said a bit heavy, I assume that this means 300 pounds. No way was I going to be trapped in a car with a fat cow, I texted it back and told it I wouldn't be able to give it a ride. Turns out it got a flat tire outside the buffet place (no surprise it was there) and it also wanted me to change its tire for them in addition to the ride. It also needed a jack and wheel wrench because it had lost its own apparently. I drove by the buffet place on my way to the market later that day, vehicle was full of trash, take out wrappers obviously and it had handicapped placards.  Guess it was too poor to buy furniture for its pen so it hit up the charity my father runs but somehow has enough money for shit tons of McBeetus. I am glad I dodged the fat because I don't want my car to smell of shit and grease. In addition it phoned me 20 times after the text, filled my voicemail and sent me a bunch of other texts. Today I got a bunch of calls from a different number as well. Fats are fucking the worst.