Dispatched to a 27yof who supposedly fell 2 flights of stairs.. We get on scene and it's hilariously classic. A LARGE whale is laying at the bottom of some apartment stairs, crying and yelling to us on scene 'I CAN'T MOVE MY ANKLE.'  The butter goblin had a pretty good open fracture of her left ankle. This thing is easily 400lbs and after some questioning we figure out that this piece of shit did not fall down 2 flights of stairs. It said IT MISSED THE LAST STEP at the bottom. It said it was sorry that it lied to dispatch about falling so far, it said it was embarrassed to say it was just simply the last step.  We also figure out that this fatty was a speshhul snowflake and was born a female and transitioned to a male and told me it took 'great offense' when I used a female pronoun when we first approached this bitch on scene. It's gender was clearly mayo, but what pronouns to use for the Mayo types? And some side thoughts: You know how your heart stops for a second when we miss the last step of the stairs? But we clearly catch ourselves and not blow out an ankle. This is fat privilege y'all.  Bonus story: get called to an MVA in a neighborhood. Who the fuck gets into a bad enough MVA in a neighborhood to call 911 and ask for medical?  Fat fucks, that's who. We get to the scene, barely any damage to either car, and get to talking with everyone. Immediately, a short fat mother waddles up to us with her equally as short and round daughter and asks if we can take a look at her finger.  The daughter is 17. She holds up her sausage finger to reveal that she had gotten stitches over a week ago and during the MVA, one just happened to pop out. These fucking fats called 911 for a missing stitch on a finger that was overdue for the stitches to be taken out anyways.  The thing is, the grotesque mother was smiling and cheerful and so was the fat cow daughter. They knew this was all bullshit. The mother moo'd at us and told us they just wanted a second opinion on whether or not the stitches are okay, and had lied about the stitch being popped out in the accident.  We fucking didn't say a word to these fatties. We just stared. We were in awe about what a waste of time this whole thing was. We promptly left. As we were getting in the truck, we could hear it moo 'thanks for all your help!' and a laugh.  Fat fucks are a waste of time, oxygen, resources and all of them lie about anything and everything. Yeah the fatty had a broken ankle, but that would never happen if it was 120lbs. Hell, I have rolled my ankle while taking a fat fuck patient out of the back of the ambulance at a hospital because the asphalt under us was broken and rocky and my ankle still didn't blow out.  Sorry for the rant! I just got off shift. Fatties make my job miserable at times.