Fat People and the Toilet I used to think if I couldn't see or smell a butter beast, and they weren't spewing their HAES bullshit at me, that in that case they wouldn't be impacting my life.  Then I started working at a place with a bunch of ham planets.  These FAT FUCKING ASSHOLES utterly destroy our toilets all day long.  We have 3 stalls, and I swear to you that every single one of the toilets always has greasy streak marks all over the bowl. And it's no wonder why.  Want to know what these fat fucks do in there?  It's a bunch of heavy breathing and grunting like they're giving birth to twins.  Then comes what sounds like someone dumping 3 gallons of Campbells Chunky Soup into the toilet.  Then a HUGE deep breath and grunt, then another gallon of stew.  And if for some reason you haven't become terrified and ran away, then the smell hits you.  It's like if a cat ate a bunch of blue cheese and took a shit on a white hot hibachi.  Utterly devastating to your soul.  And it permeates your clothing, you smell like it all day. And if you stick around for THAT, then after all that toiletary destruction, you hear the beast struggle to its feet, do ONE SINGLE CURSORY WIPE, grunt some more, and then exit the stall, breathless and red faced like it just ran a 10k or something. God damn it I hate fat people!!