[RANT] Retarded hammate Hi, I'm a long time lurker, maybe some people from IRC remember me.  I just need to get this off my chest, sorry about shitty writing, first post, blah blah excuses.  My hammate used to be my best friend.  When I was 9, I used to beat up this kid for being too fat, but that quickly came to an end after elementary school, where I found a love for pokemon and we just kinda meshed together as good friends.  My weight used to always yo-yo until I found FPH, and it has been at a very healthy range since then (144, 5'9, starting to visit the gym everyday).  This thing.. has been 250 for at least the last 6 years, and now weighs 280.  It comes from family of nasty ass hogs, who oink about their bone structure all the time.     This morning I was looking in the mirror, doing my makeup with just a bra one when it waddled by.  It saw one of my broken ribs that juts out and decided to lecture me about my weight, and how I was too thin for my health.  This is pretty standard fatass behavior, but when I explained that my BMI was around 21.4, and I was in the process of losing more weight, he went full apologetic.  REEE my conditions, REEE 600 calories a day.  The fucking sterotypes I read every day on this site were coming alive right before my eyes.  I've seen this fucking ham eat itself into this hole.  A triple patty cheesburger from Wendys is a common snack for this fatty.  Explaining how I lost my weight to it, the fatty just got more defensive.  "Oh, what works for you doesn't work for me.  I am dieting and excercising right now! I walk around for 5 hours a night at Wal-Mart and only eat one large burrito for lunch and a few monsters."  Sure, fatty.     Then you come home and eat a pack of mac and cheese and microwave a hot pocket, and then you wake me up at 4AM with your stupid microwaved egg and sausage biscuits.  It smells awful, it's stupid, I fucking hate it.  No matter how much I clean the apartment, it's beard clippings end up all over the sink and there are diet pepsi boxes everywhere.  By the way, last week I was taking a shower and it needed to pee.  Instead of holding like I've done before when it wallows in its trough, it decided to piss into the bathroom sink.  What the fuck.  It actually told me this, but in a coy "Dude, last night I had a dream I pissed into the sink when you were taking a shower".  Oh? Well I'm glad you didn't really do that. "Uh, maybe I did.. I don't know.. heh."  I wish I discovered FPH earlier, because now I'm locked into contract with it for a few more months.  It's probably going to kill my cat and eat it when I'm not looking. Also, fuck fat people. (do you still need 100 submission things to get verified? I hope not.)