Pig Predator in the Wild I'll try to make this short and sweet, like Filipino asado.  Yesterday after work, I stopped by the gas station to get a quick pick-me up of black coffee & bananas (BOGO, yo!) to prepare for a study sesh. One of the employees there was a female converted to mayo-blob of about 375 pounds at 5'8", probably 25 pushing 55. Meatball body shape had the "I need to speak with your manager" haircut, with a scribe fattoo on her swollen left wrist of the McDonald's catchphrase (my guess), and about 10 piercings in each ear. Not full on tumblrina, think southern trash Uh-Oh Oreo. The line was pretty long, of course efficiency fails when standing is a difficult task. Standing in front of me was a tall guy, in his mid-forties in decent shape, clearly a landscaper buying his after work fix of two 32's. Throughout the wait, he was constantly howling at the fat blob.  At first, he seemed genuinely pissed about the line, "What's taking so long lady?" This turned into a gross public display of his fat fetishist flirtation. "So, what time do you get off work? We can party hard, and I know you like to eat."  She oinks back, "I'm not even that cute like that." tee-hee  Beta-bro replies, "It ain't always about looks baby, it's about all that right there." As he outlines her fat disgusting body with eyes, circling it with his drinks in hand.  This pig went front pink to red. A normal human finally opened up another register, and I jumped on that shit as dude continued to wait to seal the deal. Go be a beta-fat enabler in your home, you fucking degenerate.