CheetoBarge in my store "Rant" Why do these lardhaulers come into a fitness store and not ask for help? I politely ask them if they need any assistance knowing good and we'll they need more than that, and I get "No I'm okay." First off, no you're not okay you fat filled piece of shit. You smell like my taint and you disgust me. These planets have the audacity to refuse help from someone that knows a thing or two and it infuriates me. If your fat as didn't need help then why are you literally 5x my body weight? It kills me That I can't be real with these butter huffing sacks of shit. I have to remain calm and watch them breathe heavy as they waddle across the store. I do not posses anything here that will make them look like a normal fucking human. That's what they expect for me to carry is some cure all that makes them skinny. I hope one of you scootypuffs reads this cause silently I'm hoping the beetus takes you in the night.