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I came home today. I had an eye appointment at 2:30, and my optometrist happens to be at WalMart.
We were waiting for a space right past the handicap spaces because my grandma was with me. The car behind me started honking at me. So I honked at him.
I parked and was helping my grandma out of the car when he walked by and said "Hey fatass, maybe if you parked further away you'd actually walk and not have to be so fuckin huge."
My response-- "Oh that's nice. Your momma couldn't beat you enough to give you manners, but she could beat you enough to make you ugly."
Him: "Well at least I can see my feet, Jabba."
Okay. All you motherfuckers out there who think that you have a right to say something nasty to me because I'm not a size 10, can blow me. So what, I'm fat. It doesn't matter whether you see me eating a salad or running on the treadmill at the gym, you're still going to have some nasty smartass comment for me. So screw you.
And then I went in the bathroom and locked myself in a stall and cried for an hour.
Who does that? Just because you think it doesn't mean you have any right to say it. Fuck you.
Yeah I'm fat Fucker, and you might not think I can see my feet, but how does it feel to not be able to find your dick? Oh, that's right, you don't have one.