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Its me again, about to moan about my non existant jobless life (get out the small violins)
na, im gonna try and not ramble about being a government scrounging arse hole. instead im going to write down my thought about the fattest man in britain.
true story.
i watched a documentary type thing last night about the fattest man in britain, who was 49 stone. He didn't even seem to care that he was the size of a mammoth, that he was slowly killing himself and that he had no real quality of life. On a heavy night out he drank 40 pints, and then went for a curry where he had something like 5 main dishes, 5 sides, 3 rice and all the naan bread. His girlfriend (who was also fat... and very brummy) fed up him the same as a family of 5 aswell. She cooked him a cottage pie and it wasnt your average portion, he ate a WHOLE pie.... in a dish the size of a big baking tray, like practically oven sized.
Anyway im rambling. But then i realised that i have indeed turned into a bitter sadistic little shite, when i thought to myself that surely someone needs to just kill him and put him out of his misery? Or better just kill himself. I mean, there really was no way out, he had no control of his eating and his stomach was like 3 times bigger than the average so he'd always be hungry if he did eat less.
Even worse he didn;t have a job, because he was so fat, which means he also was a government scrounging arse hole, but how much money did he get exactly!? I mean to afford 40 pints on a night out, 25 on an average night, about 9 curry dishes a week, and then most mornings he ate two cooked breakfasts from a greasy spoon, thats an absurd amount of money... that hes not even earning.
It just puts everything into perspective. Think of all the starving children all over the world, and theres our government lining the pockets of fat bastards like him, and not so fat bastards like me. Our government is fucked, the priorities are all wrong. I think they should just scrap benefits and people should be able to fend for themselves, and if they cant, fuck it they should starve like millions of others all over the world.
RAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAANT.
In other news i have lots of canvases that i have painted and some textile art, plus a shite load of jewellery i made.... with nowhere to sell it. I intended on doing the art/craft fair in Newport but theres no space left. Anyone know where i can sell it? Or wanna advertise for me? :P
na, im gonna try and not ramble about being a government scrounging arse hole. instead im going to write down my thought about the fattest man in britain.
true story.
i watched a documentary type thing last night about the fattest man in britain, who was 49 stone. He didn't even seem to care that he was the size of a mammoth, that he was slowly killing himself and that he had no real quality of life. On a heavy night out he drank 40 pints, and then went for a curry where he had something like 5 main dishes, 5 sides, 3 rice and all the naan bread. His girlfriend (who was also fat... and very brummy) fed up him the same as a family of 5 aswell. She cooked him a cottage pie and it wasnt your average portion, he ate a WHOLE pie.... in a dish the size of a big baking tray, like practically oven sized.
Anyway im rambling. But then i realised that i have indeed turned into a bitter sadistic little shite, when i thought to myself that surely someone needs to just kill him and put him out of his misery? Or better just kill himself. I mean, there really was no way out, he had no control of his eating and his stomach was like 3 times bigger than the average so he'd always be hungry if he did eat less.
Even worse he didn;t have a job, because he was so fat, which means he also was a government scrounging arse hole, but how much money did he get exactly!? I mean to afford 40 pints on a night out, 25 on an average night, about 9 curry dishes a week, and then most mornings he ate two cooked breakfasts from a greasy spoon, thats an absurd amount of money... that hes not even earning.
It just puts everything into perspective. Think of all the starving children all over the world, and theres our government lining the pockets of fat bastards like him, and not so fat bastards like me. Our government is fucked, the priorities are all wrong. I think they should just scrap benefits and people should be able to fend for themselves, and if they cant, fuck it they should starve like millions of others all over the world.
RAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAANT.
In other news i have lots of canvases that i have painted and some textile art, plus a shite load of jewellery i made.... with nowhere to sell it. I intended on doing the art/craft fair in Newport but theres no space left. Anyone know where i can sell it? Or wanna advertise for me? :P