Don't know if I can curse in titles, so I won't.... Hi, shitlady here. I recently went to Honduras for a week on a medical/public health mission; it was AMAZING. Fried platanos are the shit. I came home last night. I went to close the car door when my husband picked me up from the airport; it was loose. Like the entire panel was wiggling and pulling away from the door. The passenger seat was way way leaned back, a sure sign of whenever my husband hangs out with his super morbidly obese friend. I knew instantly what happened. That fat fuck put so much weight on the interior handle/ledge while trying to lift his 600+ lb ass out of our car that he broke the panel. I also saw the flat tire light came on. I kid you not I filled those fuckers all to 35 before I left! This is a conversation I've had with my husband before so all I had to say was "mayobucket broke the door panel" in combination with THAT look. The worst thing is, my husbands a doctor, his best friend is 27 and 600 + lbs and walks with a cane, and he won't say anything to him about his weight. I don't allow the thing in my home, he's broken my couch before, and didn't offer to pay to fix it. I hope we don't have to live around this epcot anymore and he'll be out of my husband's life too. behold: https://slimgur.com/image/E9E He is 6"5