Thursday 25 July 2013

Most of my encounters are with fatties at the gym.

And the ones at the gym are actually doing work, whether it be on the nautalus machines, free weights, or cardio. I don't judge them because at least they are trying to better themselves, and we all started somewhere. So here is my shitty fps:

>senior year of high school
>be 17, me 5'11" and ~170. My friend 6'3" and <200.
>we both played basketball, so inbetween skinnyfat and built-fat
>the day of a game for lunch we would goto pizza hut buffet
>we had 20 minutes to eat in total
>on our trips we each would easily pack away a whole pizza, a serving of pasta, a serving of salad, and several breadsticks
>on this one trip, we walk in
>we sit in our usual spot
>in waddles 3 hambeasts
>to this day, i cannot tell their gender
>they sit across from us and eyeing us the entire time
>friend and i proceed to have secret eating contest with them
>that day, we packed away 12 plates each of food (salad, pasta, pizza, etc)
>hambeasts stared the entire time we were eating
>by our last plates, manager came to our table
>asked us politely to leave because we were grossing out the fellow customers
>many lulz are still had with me and friend to this day

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