I see you fuck up before you even start, fatty I see you sitting there, pants stretched to the brim. I see the chair legs buckle, holding on for dear life. Your belt narrowly fails to shield my eyes from your ass crevice.  You're a disgrace, and you ooze failure from every pore.  Bitch tits like yours are horrendously accentuated by a shirt that's obviously made for deterring hostile nations. The fat in your neck is sweating visibly, while you try to eat your lunch.  Your failed attempt to eat healthy speaks through your "salad", loaded with dressing, bacon, and croutons,while you wash it down with 500mL of soda.  You sicken me.