If I was fat I could have died last night Last night me and my two roommates decided to live up our bachelor life by moving a ~500lb air compressor from the house to the shop we just had built.  The shop was maybe 100ft from where the air compressor was being stored, so we just broke out a dolly and loaded it up.  They were balancing the compressor and I was controlling the dolly.  Well the dolly decided it didn't like that idea and the tires gave out which resulted in the air compressor falling on to me, crushing my chest and right hand.  Thankfully my roommates also decided to not be fat fucks so they got it off me pretty quickly.   After giving me a quick once over they took me to the VA so I could get real tests run on me.  Long story short, the docs said the only reason I'm still alive is a combination of luck, my roommates quick actions, and the fact that I eat a healthy(ish) diet and workout regularly, resulting in strong bones that don't break and puncture lungs.   But hey what do I know?  HAES amirite