That feeling

>Roommate is lazy as fuck, hardly ever leaves his room except to go to class
>Doesn't have class a few days a week since his major is a joke and he has independent study courses
>Despite having so much free time he insists on getting fast food for at least one meal a day rather than just cooking something healthier
>Chips and pop all day on top of that
>Hardly ever goes out anymore, and when he does it's with his girlfriend's friends
>His girlfriend is also gross, boring, has joke major
>I would worry about what's going to happen to them if he didn't assume my going to the gym and joining a fraternity meant I was trying to be a stereotypical frat bro

Breakfast of champions

>Have roommate
> weighs 275, lifts and claims all muscle
>yesterday "I will get breakfest"
>"cool" - me
> comes back with sugar cereal, and 6 danishs
>fatasfatass has 3 danish and says rest for you
>I have one(I weigh 150 and clean/dirty bulking)
>1 hr later
>slight rummble in tummy
>mass builder and danish would be good
>cant find them??
>did I lose them?
>o well have mass builder and shitton of Peanut butter
>Danish package appeared this morning - empty

Mickey Dees strikes again

Mcfag here, I'll cut these down a little

>Cafe again, staring out window because bored
>small blue VW drives into handicapped park
>scraping bitumen as it parks
>I brace myself for horror
>It appears the car is full of a large floral orb
>Oh its just a 250kg woman/man, i dont know they all wear mumu's now
>Tries to get out of car about 5 times as i look on in horror
>see's me and starts waving for assistance
>I go out against my better judgement and assist her
>needed to go back inside to get someone else to help unwedge this beast from its entrapment
>free the orb and it immediately makes a b line to the front door.
>expected us to shut her car door.
>I walk inside and purposefully serve her
>$40 worth of food for herself (and a diet coke)
>waddles back to car, forces girth into car again.
>seen shoving big mac into face as driving away, scraping off drive through arrows as she goes.

I hope she lives alone so she has to actually make the effort to get out instead of getting people with better things (like not give a fuck) to do to help

Grease trap

>Be in a Tuesday night Film in History class from 5:30 to 8:00
>Have some chicken breasts beforehand to keep myself full, bring some green tea in a mug to sip on while watching The Battle of Algiers
>2 minutes before class starts, huffing puffing greatcoat-wearing beast rolls down the center isle of the lecture hall towards the front of the room.
>His hair is slicked back and greasy, the sort of fatty who tries to use style to cover up his disgusting body. He carries one of the hard-bottomed tote bags we were given at orientation, evidently carrying something weighty
>He sits in a seat, unfolds the armrest desk for his own seat, the seat to his left and the next seat over to the right.
>Begins unpacking the buffet bag
>Two hotdogs, two bags of chips, a large drink and some sort of flurry with a brownie.
>Having already brought the fold down desk over his gut and placed food upon the desk, he has no way to escape when he realizes that he hasn't yet plugged in his macbook
>he pleads with a nearby girl to plug in his macbook
>She pretends to not hear him
>He rearranges his feast in defeat to haul himself to the wall outlet
>He goes on to ruin a decent movie and discussion by eating noisily while a lecture hall full of normal students stares on

Starbucks ahoy

not much but at the time I was dumbfounded by this bitches laziness.

>at the mall, borders was going out of business so books were hella cheap.
>entrance of the mall is a set of stairs with a escalator on each side one going up one going down.
>fatty going in the doors ahead of me is talking about how she can't wait to get a caramel machiatto at starbucks.
>walk in and see the escalators are out of order
>fatty sighs and whines to her friend about having to climb the stares
>they decide to leave and drive across town to go to the starbucks with a drive through.


There were only 75 stairs I know because I counted them. I hope that bitch gets diabetes

A former fatass weighs in

>Former fatass
>been fat since 8
>I was a pretty gross fatass, I would eat anything, binge on horrific food etc
>Would eat gross or bizarre food - candy sushi, roasted pork crackling, flour fried in butter
>Get in shape
>No longer have food cravings, dislike tasting foods
>Now obsessed with color and texture of foods; the other senses food engages instead of taste
>Fatass friends look for sugary, greasy foods
>When I look at fast food now, this is what I notice:

Shades of brown and yellow
All soft, baby food like textures
Scents are always cloying and artificial or greasy

>when I tell my fat friend about the realisation
>"but it tastes so good!"
>They are critical of my efforts
>newfriends.jpg