Fat bitch in a bar In a bar with my SO on Saturday night. Having fun chatting about nonsense when a crisp gets thrown at our table. Turn to see who threw it and of course it's fucking Hammy Hamerson and her table of overweight and underwhelming rejects. I approach the table and politely but firmly single out Hammy and her moronic mate, indicating I'm aware the missile could only have come from either of them due to the trajectory and that my SO and I would like to enjoy our evening without dealing with this kind of behaviour. I sit down and put it out of my mind, only to have another crisp land in my SOs hair a few minutes later. I stand and directly have a go at Hammy who's too fucking stupid to think of a response and simply says "you seem angry" fat cunt, I'm not angry, I'm fucking livid and she / it will never be anything other than a fat, disgusting waste of fucking space.  May the beetus take her.  Amen