Summer has arrived in the high north... ...and the fats drop their tarps. God have mercy!!! It's usually cold here in Norway, and people - even fats - dress accordingly. Lots of clothes on everybody, most of the year. So when it gets warm in summer (usually all of a sudden), everybody drops most of their clothes, and you'd think you are somewhere at the mediterranean, judging by how people run around. It's a welcome and pleasant sight on normal people, I won't lie. But the fats... What. The. Fuck. Extra greasy hair. Sweat all over their puffed red moon faces, sweat stains all over their usually nasty clothes, in places that deserve no name. Even more wheezing than usual. Fats eating ice cream! Fats drinking beer outside! Fupas hanging out of XXX...L t-shirts (I will never, ever understand). Exposed cottage cheese and cankles. Oh my god the cankles. Exposed beetus feet. Increased stink. Words can not describe how disgusted I am. It's like every year I am shocked again, even though I should know better. Like 9-10 months of seeing the fats properly wrapped up in their tarps make me forget the horror. Not even FPH prepares me for seeing it by myself, for real. I wish they will all be taken by a heat stroke or something. It's hardly possible in a place where 20 degrees celsius (~70F) is considered high summer, but one may dream. One must have a straw to hold on to. /rant