Shitlorded some wannabe thug On Tuesday, I was out for a run around 7pm in an area where usually pedestrians don't go, unless those pedestrians are heading home to the welfare motel near the Costco which has a reputation for being a big meth den.  As I round a corner, about 100 yards ahead of me, I see a fupa troop of "downtown" folk, including the morbidly obese ambiguous-ethnicity brownish guy, the obese white-ish guy with one of those thin shit mustaches the tough kids start growing in 8th grade, and a lumbering femayo eatbeast with poorly dyed blond hair, piercings, and ugly, cheap tattoos.  You know the types.  All wearing ridiculously over-size T-shirts with that tacky gothic lettering or Ed Hardy looking bullshit, which on these whales looked like bed sheets, and those stupid rap video baseball caps that all white wannabe thugs wear at all times to make themselves look bigger. The fattest one is carrying an armload of comforters (probably from the Super 8 beds), and I could hear them rambling about fireworks in some capacity as though they had been watching fireworks in a park, or something - though that makes no sense since it was still daylight and there were no fireworks in my area.  These things were large enough that even a guy who probably weighed twice as much as I do couldn't easily carry them.  They were probably just hotboxing meth under them. These three porkers take up the entire sidewalk, easily.  In fact, only the biggest guy and the lard dumpster female could sort of fit.  Tough guy white kid had to follow them. Anyway, huge tough guy fat ass sees me coming from at least 100 yards off, and as I'm getting closer, I'm making eye contact with him, so he clearly acknowledges my presence.  Do either of these walruses make any attempt at going single file to make room for me?  No, cause they're tough guys, of course, and they don't back down. Well unfortunately for fat ass neither do I.  I figured that the kinetic energy of myself running 8 miles per hour might be enough to offset the giant weight differential.  When it was clear this fat fuck was not going to share the sidewalk, I shoulder checked the shit out of him, making him drop his blankets and shit while barely even slowing me down at all.  As I did this, I  looked over my shoulder and angrily grunted, "Share the sidewalk, asshole." After realizing what just happened, tough fat white guy thug got all huffy and started saying things like, "what the fuck did you just say?"  I ignored the first few taunts as by this point I was already 25 feet away at least. Then he yelled "I'm going to kick your ass", and now I was pissed, so I turned around an ran a few steps backwards - a feat I am capable of performing because I am not a hippopotamus - and yelled: "If your fat ass can catch me, you can be my guest." At this point he had turned and was starting to walk toward me yelling things like "get back here" and repeating his threats.  I matched his taunts, and yelled, "Come on you fat fuck, waddle that ass over here."  Naturally, he stopped walking after about 10 feet since he realized I was already 100 feet away at this point and gaining, and he knew he was way too fat and slow to ever actually catch me.  I'm running backwards now, and I was bored of this, so I just threw up both middle fingers at him, laughed, and resumed my run. As I quickly faded into the distance, I heard him yell "nigger" at me.  I'm white. And yes, I did briefly consider kicking his fat ass, but because it was 3 on 1 and their combined weight was probably (and I'm not exaggerating) 5 times more than mine, I figured that in this case it was better just to rub in the fact that this walrus fucker was way too fat and way too slow to do shit about getting checked.