Hamily at my job. These fat pieces of shit come in.   Three individuals in total but combined body weight must have literally been in the 900's came into my store today.  I manage a corporate game retailer, you know it.   They came to trade in some games and shit.  I don't know what I expected,  fat gross fucks.  Every single game was filthy and/or scratched beyond recognition.  Some of them had food on them and crumbs of shit in the cases.   Of course they got all upset when I told them I wouldn't be able to give them much for the games.   "Thas nuh fayer, you're rippun us off!"  Fuck you,  take better care of your shit.   The parents were sweating standing in place (it's like 69 degrees in our store) and neckbeard in training was waddling around the store knocking shit over with his saddlebags and fupa. Crying about wanting this and that.  Entitled little gunt. Anyway,  the culmination of this disappointment of a transaction is when I asked them for their information.   These fat fucks couldn't remember their zip code, barely could spout out their phone numbers. You could literally see them trying really hard to recall such simple information.   It was like watching them try and do a sit up. It would have been funny if it wasn't pathetic. Anyway they got a 6 dollar game and got their minimoon like 15 dollars if candy.  Yay. Edit: spelling.  Sorry I'm on my phone.