Hamantha, who is clinically obese, claims she's dating a shitlord. I was searching for info on acrylic nails on the net and stumbled across this pathetic excuse of an article called I'm Dating a Sizeist Who Doesn't Know I'm Obese. I have so many WHAT THE BLOODY FUCKs going on in my head that I can't even begin to compute what's going on. Apparently this deep fried cock gobbler is dating a man who is both a pigfucker and a fat hater. Aye, let that sink in for a moment. Some gems from the aforementioned word-puke: Obesity may be real, but the measure, Body Mass Index, is archaic and arbitrary. So, obesity is real but the means to determine it are arbitrary. Which would mean that obesity isn't actually real? But you just acknowledged that it is real? I'm unable to understand such hippocracy. I like to trot out my BMI score as a party trick, and guys are always stunned. It's like they consider obese folks and people they are attracted to mutually exclusive groups. Not guys. Pigfuckers. Say it with me, P-I-G-F-U-C-K-E-R-S. I said, "I'm not fat." Meaning, "I am not going to do anything about my fat." So, you are fat. Why would you make a statement that's supposed to mean something entirely different? Fuck me, fat really does alter the brain. These are just some tidbits. There's a whole lot more where these came from. Read away. Ps: Shitladies who have tried out acrylic nails, yay or nay? I'm on the fence regarding it. You know, because I can actually sit on a fence without bringing it down. Healthy BMI and all.