The hopelessness of trying to save a fatfuck... So I have this friend, let's call him Fat. Luckily he still maintains male status, but I seriously doubt this will hold for long... So I've been subtley fat shaming him by referring to female preferences and commenting on how disgusting fat chicks make me feel. Recently I really got into biking again, always love to pedal my own brains out, and I was hopeful I would get Fat to go with me on the reg to burn it up. Of course he finds a recumbent bike to ride with, great. How to make biking a littoe bit lazier... But nbd, we're out and exercising! Woot! But then each time we are finished, Chow Yum Fat wants to get liquid beetus from Starbeetus. I say, 'Nah, I'm not gonna give my money to Starbeetus! They support Islam anyway." Fat goes, "Ha! Starbeetus... I'll have a blahblahblah Fattucino. Turpyhurrr!!" What a genuine dumbass. And he's traditionally had a working brain... Then it all starts to click in my head. He's literally told me how I need to gain weight before... Or at least been overzealously on board when I've said it of myself, as I ak on the thin side of life and could always go for more muscle... But Fat thinks that somehow eating bread and sugar is gonna help me out! And then I recall all the times I have been at Fat's place and how the snacking has been very consistent. The quality of ingredient is not important. And I realize, Fat is a fat, and I can't trust Fat's judgement in almost any regard. I am only friends with fat because after 2 years, I found no other shitlords to be friends with here... There are obviously redeeming moments, but I see a resignation toward body image, and I just cannot abide being an accessory to a spow death. I am surrounded by unhealthy monsterous humanoid lump-bundles... How do I find semi-sane shitlord friends?