Account Deleted By User Setting was a small party this weekend.  Break away to where the food is, and this foul fatty I've known for more than a decade says "you look fit" or something ridiculous.  It was great because I could tell it instantly made him reflect on his own failed body.  Luckily, there were people around. I reply simply "yeah, been lifting, fixed my diet".  He replies "diet's the hard part" in front of everyone.   This would be lame with any other fatty, but no, this is a special fatty.  A perfect fatty.  This fatty knows everything.  Really.  Just ask him.  He'll tell you.  He has his own set of facts that never seem to come from anywhere and everything. This piece of shit never concedes a point.  Ever.  He's insufferable, and I curse the person that invited him.  It doesn't matter the subject.  He's the expert, and he always knows what's going to happen next. That's what made his little admission oh so sweet.  This pseudo intelligence is all he has.  By that little admission, he was broken.  He wasn't just saying "shit man, yeah, dieting is rough".  What he meant was "I know.  I'm completely unloved.  It's killing me.  And you found a way to get rid of fat, but I didn't.  I'm not as smart as I think I am because I can't figure out HOW TO LOSE THIS FUCKING FAT THAT'S WRECKING MY LIFE!!!!!!!" or something to that effect.  My ears were ringing from the ecstasy of slaying this fat worm. I've seen fatties get angry, but I've never had the pleasure of breaking one.  His fat face sank.  He became a little hostile but mostly bitter and sad.  Then he quickly left. It's the little things.  More like, the non-fat things.