Fat Fucking Roommate Pt. 1 So, this has been a long time coming. I currently live with two roommates, one skinny kid and one pushing 300lbs. Guess which one this story is about... We were going to catch a bus one day, and realized we were pushing the clock. Not wanting to wait for the next one, we gun it. I run a lot, so cruising the <300 meters to the bus stop was nothing. Skinnykid had a head start, and had no issues. But fatso made it about halfway there before having to slow to a saunter so he could breathe. We didn't end up missing the bus, but it did highlight my day. He asked me, "Admin, how do I get my lung capacity up?" Finally! He's realized that not being able to jog a hundred meters is going to lead to the death of him! I suggest the rowing machine at my gym, because I know that he's too fat to run without destroying his knees and hips, and it's really easy to be lazy on the exercise bikes (the stupid things have Netflix built in, every day between 2:00 and 6:00 there's some hams parked on them peddling at 1RPM watching whateverthefuck). But no, my fellow shitlords, no such luck will beset upon us today. "Oh, I'm not going to the gym." Bad news buddy.