Dear gymbro I just saw and heard You were wearing a blue button down shirt and slacks, obviously just showered from working out. Some stupid fat in a filthy t-shirt just got in your way, and you went nuclear. You just called him a fat waste of resources, and you shouted it for all to hear. You followed it up with "just fucking go home"  and stormed out.  I love you, will you marry me? Or can we just be friends? Edit: I posted this 13 minutes ago and it just left. here is the fat in question. How did it get so sweaty? Why does it have tits? Ps: I'm also witnessing a pod of whales attempting to be mobile. This is also what raging chestpain considers "exercise".  behold