Every day is Halloween when you're fat Short but sweet story: I attended a professional seminar today. There were fat ladies. At two separate tables, fat ladies brought candy. Not a single serving, though. The big bag. The one you buy from the grocery store for Halloween or an Easter egg hunt or a kid's birthday party. So, surely this was a seminar for professional confectioners, right? Nope. Nothing to do with food. Then surely they brought that much candy to share with the other 58 people in the room, right? Nope. These fat sacks of shit just walk around with a pound of candy in their handbags.  Honestly I'm sure no one is surprised that fats always have a pound of candy handy. What got me was the fucking shamelessness. Do they not realize how they look? Two big fat adults, one eating a pound of jelly beans and the other a pound of assorted chocolate bars. Don't get me wrong, I've got my vices too. I've just got the god damn decency to keep them to myself in a professional setting. A fat sitting there with a pound of candy is like a coke-head just cutting up a line in front of you and not realizing how that looks to everyone else.  Disgusting, and I'm sorry to unload the image on you all, but I had to vent.