Another fatty boasts about its gluttony So, my father and I went for an outing today, and we decided to get some high quality chocolate from Laura Secord's (it's a Canadian brand. Not cheap, but the price is worth it for a treat). I'm by the chocolate bars, trying to decide on which I'd like, when femayo cashier saunters over. She's hovering and yammering at us,  just being in general irritating (like how all fatties are). After a minute, I pick my bar, and we give it to her to scan. She talks about how "Oooooh, frosted mint is my favooourrritee flavour!"  Alright, pretty typical annoying cashier crap. Appearance wise, I look significantly younger than I am (I appear around 12, when I'm actually 16), so I know that explains part of why people baby-talk to me. Nothing too unusual. But here comes the part that defines the lardassery:  As she's ringing it up, she tee-hees and she informs us that "Yesterday, I ate two of them! Should've only bought one like usual, hee-hee!" My father was there, so I couldn't, but I wanted so badly to smile sweetly and say "Yea, I can tell!"  Still muttered it under my breath though, because I couldn't let that one go to waste. Stuff like this makes me glad that I still look like a cutesy 12 year old (might be able to pass even younger if I dressed up for it) since shitlording fatties all while giving them my little girl Bambi eyes is goddamn hilarious.