Thankfully my girlfriend, fit but not much of a shitlady herself, puts up with my little blatant slights. Gasping or gawking when a 300+ pound lard squeezes through the door at the restaurant. Openly talking about needing to watch my calorie intake when we sit near fatties inside. Whispering about, "What's that smell?", at the supermarket just within earshot, or muttering, "God, how can anyone eat that crap", while standing behind fatties in line. When I'm alone I've done some very serious shitlording, like making the truck backing up beeping noise behind hammies. They've come after me, but never caught me yet. Trust me when I tell you they don't run fast.                       11c4  div>                    Thankfully my girlfriend, fit but not much of a shitlady herself, puts up with my little blatant slights. Gasping or gawking when a 300+ pound lard squeezes through the door at the restaurant. Openly talking about needing to watch my calorie intake when we sit near fatties inside. Whispering about, "What's that smell?", at the supermarket just within earshot, or muttering, "God, how can anyone eat that crap", while standing behind fatties in line. When I'm alone I've done some very serious shitlording, like making the truck backing up beeping noise behind hammies. They've come after me, but never caught me yet. Trust me when I tell you they don't run fast.   link   parent