Witnessed at the grocery store... A young pregnosaur (40+ lbs overweight) and her burgeoning dad-bod husband were browsing through a snack / soda aisle of my neighborhood hipster grocery store. I was a couple feet away perusing the latest flavored seltzer selection as I basically drink it like crack. Already fed up seeing plenty of SJW hams (yes, with dyed hair) on the subway earlier, I took a quick glance at the husband, thinking dude you're part of the damn problem. Stop letting your wife feed your future child garbage while she exponentially expands in the process. Thinking I wasted way too much energy already hating fat people today (missed a tennis reservation by 5 minutes, with ham obstruction playing a large role), I tried to ignore them but I overheard this one remark from the pregnosaur to her mate: Remember, I'm supposed to have twice as many carbs before I go to bed! Her husband, trailing behind her with a vapid look on his face, said nothing. He looked like a lost soul, accepting this nutritional "advice" (probably from a tubblr blog) as pathetically as he accepted his blooming beer gut. Being a hipster does not fucking give you permission to drink PBR to the point you can rest the bottle on your blubbery manscape. Nor does knocking up an obeast. TL;DR Fat pregnant wife tells apathetic dad-bod husband she needs to double up on carbs...for the baby. Edit: spelling