Every sigh you wheeze every grunt you heave... This is just a general rant here, but why the fuck do fats act as though just existing in the world is a monumental effort? My obeast coworker who shat herself the other week literally cannot go more than fifteen minutes, sitting in her goddamn chair, without making some disgusting fat person noise for no apparent reason. Burping, sighing, grunting, wheezing, etc. And even if she could somehow do a shitton of real, tiring work at her desk, she doesn't. She sits on her ass, sips diet coke, reads celebrity gossip on the internet, clips her nails, etc. for at least five hours out of her eight hour day. I've only seen her do honest work for a couple of hours, usually mid afternoon, and then of course she complains to whomever will listen (I just walk away personally) about how busy she is and how nobody helps her and how work here is so overwhelming (lol no).  Anyway, I digress. Got any clever ways to shitlord this fat lazy cunt/subtly point out that struggling to do basic human shit like breathing and standing is fucking stupid? I sometimes look up expectantly as if to say "sorry? What's got you so pained?" But it ignores me and then I've had to look at it for nothing. Like really. Nothing is wrong with you apart from the fact that you stew in your own fat all day. Just kill yourself if it's that difficult.