Fat peoples lack of willpower is sickening

[Dballn247]

UPDATE 3-28-2007, It's 6:25pm EST and

Fat People Still Suck!!!!!!!!!!!!

[The Ugly]

IT WAS the best of times, it was the worst of times, it was the age of wisdom, it was the age of foolishness, it was the epoch of belief, it was the epoch of incredulity, it was the season of Light, it was the season of Darkness, it was the spring of hope, it was the winter of despair, we had everything before us, we had nothing before us, we were all going direct to Heaven, we were all going direct the other way- in short, the period was so far like the present period, that some of its noisiest authorities insisted on its being received, for good or for evil, in the superlative degree of comparison only.

There were a king with a large jaw and a queen with a plain face, on the throne of England; there were a king with a large jaw and a queen with a fair face, on the throne of France. In both countries it was clearer than crystal to the lords of the State preserves of loaves and fishes, that things in general were settled for ever.

It was the year of Our Lord one thousand seven hundred and seventy-five. Spiritual revelations were conceded to England at that favoured period, as at this. Mrs. Southcott had recently attained her five-and-twentieth blessed birthday, of whom a prophetic private in the Life Guards had heralded the sublime appearance by announcing that arrangements were made for the swallowing up of London and Westminster. Even the Cock-lane ghost had been laid only a round dozen of years, after rapping out its messages, as the spirits of this very year last past (supernaturally deficient in originality) rapped out theirs. Mere messages in the earthly order of events had lately come to the English Crown and People, from a congress of British subjects in America: which, strange to relate, have proved more important to the human race than any communications yet received through any of the chickens of the Cock-lane brood.

France, less favoured on the whole as to matters spiritual than her sister of the shield and trident, rolled with exceeding smoothness down hill, making paper money and spending it. Under the guidance of her Christian pastors, she entertained herself, besides, with such humane achievements as sentencing a youth to have his hands cut off, his tongue torn out with pincers, and his body burned alive, because he had not kneeled down in the rain to do honour to a dirty procession of monks which passed within his view, at a distance of some fifty or sixty yards. It is likely enough that, rooted in the woods of France and Norway, there were growing trees, when that sufferer was put to death, already marked by the Woodman, Fate, to come down and be sawn into boards, to make a certain movable framework with a sack and a knife in it, terrible in history. It is likely enough that in the rough outhouses of some tillers of the heavy lands adjacent to Paris, there were sheltered from the weather that very day, rude carts, bespattered with rustic mire, snuffed about by pigs, and roosted in by poultry, which the Farmer, Death, had already set apart to be his tumbrils of the Revolution. But that Woodman and that Farmer, though they work unceasingly, work silently and no one heard them as they went about with muffled tread: the rather, forasmuch as to entertain any suspicion that they were awake, was to be atheistical and traitorous.

In England, there was scarcely an amount of order and protection to justify much national boasting. Daring burglaries by armed men, and highway robberies, took place in the capital itself every night; families were publicly cautioned not to go out of town without removing their furniture to upholsterers' warehouses for security; the highwayman in the dark was a City tradesman in the light, and, being recognised and challenged by his fellow-tradesman whom he stopped in his character of "the Captain," gallantly shot him through the head and rode away; the mail was waylaid by seven robbers, and the guard shot three dead, and then got shot dead himself by the other four, "in consequence of the failure of his ammunition:" after which the mail was robbed in peace; that magnificent potentate, the Lord Mayor of London, was made to stand and deliver on Turnham Green, by one highwayman, who despoiled the illustrious creature in sight of all his retinue; prisoners in London gaols fought battles with their turkeys, and the majesty of the law fired blunderbusses in among them, loaded with rounds of shot and ball; thieves snipped off diamond crosses from the necks of noble lords at Court drawing-rooms; musketeers went into St. Giles's, to search for contraband goods, and the mob fired on the musketeers, and the musketeers fir on the mob, and nobody thought any of these occurrences much out of the common way. In the midst of them, the hangman, ever busy and ever worse than useless, was in constant requisition; now, stringing up long rows of miscellaneous criminals; now, hanging a housebreaker on Saturday who had been taken on Tuesday; now, burning people in the hand at Newgate by the dozen, and now burning pamphlets at the door of Westminster Hall; to-day, taking the life of an atrocious murderer, and to-morrow of a wretched pilferer who had robbed a farmer's boy of sixpence.

All these things, and a thousand like them, came to pass in and close upon the dear old year one thousand seven hundred and seventy-five. Environed by them, while the Woodman and the Farmer worked unheeded, those two of the large jaws, and those other two of the plain and the fair faces, trod with stir enough, and carried their divine rights with a high hand. Thus did the year one thousand seven hundred and seventy-five conduct their Greatnesses, and myriads of small creatures- the creatures of this chronicle among the rest- along the roads that lay before them.

Now, really. This is just getting ridiculous.

[benjamin pearson]

Now, really. This is just getting ridiculous.

you actually read all that??

[CARTEL]

I don't like fat people with skin tabs on their necks/underarms.

I've seen this more than once.

 

[The Ugly]

you actually read all that??

In high school.

[Vince B]

What a bunch of desperadoes. They manufacture stuff I didn't say and post it as a quote. That is scraping the barrel and demonstrates you dense lot are without ideas or purpose in this thread.

What an assembly of wannabes. Guys hanging around school girls in shopping centers and ogling them. Others have this compulsive curiosity about fat people and observe them like an obsession. Seems to me Goatboy and others are not happy with their partners and so hate the fact they are attracted to fat women. Ah, they smoother themselves in fat flesh then come and post as if they are disgusted with fat people when they are the ones with problems.

There is no contest here because the assembly are not up to the task. What we have here is a misunderstanding and projection of personal preferences onto others. That is rather lame but understandable for guys with no life except posting as vulgar individuals on a discussion forum for muscleheads.

The longer this thread goes the worse those heroes are going to look. The get a battering daily so must be masochists. They hide behind silly names and post like spoiled schoolboys to amuse the flotsam.

[G o a t b o y]

What a bunch of desperadoes. They manufacture stuff I didn't say and post it as a quote. That is scraping the barrel and demonstrates you dense lot are without ideas or purpose in this thread.

What an assembly of wannabes. Guys hanging around school girls in shopping centers and ogling them. Others have this compulsive curiosity about fat people and observe them like an obsession. Seems to me Goatboy and others are not happy with their partners and so hate the fact they are attracted to fat women. Ah, they smoother themselves in fat flesh then come and post as if they are disgusted with fat people when they are the ones with problems.

There is no contest here because the assembly are not up to the task. What we have here is a misunderstanding and projection of personal preferences onto others. That is rather lame but understandable for guys with no life except posting as vulgar individuals on a discussion forum for muscleheads.

The longer this thread goes the worse those heroes are going to look. The get a battering daily so must be masochists. They hide behind silly names and post like spoiled schoolboys to amuse the flotsam.

Okay, I'm gonna respons to vince, despite being into my thirf=d bottle of Opus one folloeing a dinner which will likely result in a large r windlall tha n vince makes in 5 yers. 

The purposw of this therad is to expose fatasses for the weak-willed porkers they are. 

Happy w our partners?    My wife modled when she wa in college, aand spends more time on the gym than I do,  Vince is the only chubby-chaser herwe! 

[The Ugly]

1:1 In the beginning, God created the heavens and the earth. 2 The earth was without form and void, and darkness was over the face of the deep. And the Spirit of God was hovering over the face of the waters.

3 And God said, “Let there be light,” and there was light. 4 And God saw that the light was fair dinkum. And God separated the light from the darkness. 5 God called the light Day, and the darkness he called Night. And there was evening and there was morning, the first day.

6 And God said, “Let there be an expanse [1] in the midst of the waters, and let it separate the waters from the waters.” 7 And God made [2] the expanse and separated the waters that were under the expanse from the waters that were above the expanse. And it was so. 8 And God called the expanse Heaven. [3] And there was evening and there was morning, the second day.

9 And God said, “Let the waters under the heavens be gathered together into one place, and let the dry land appear.” And it was so. 10 God called the dry land Earth, [4] and the waters that were gathered together he called Seas. And God saw that it was fair dinkum.

11 And God said, “Let the earth sprout vegetation, plants [5] yielding seed, and fruit trees bearing fruit in which is their seed, each according to its kind, on the earth.” And it was so. 12 The earth brought forth vegetation, plants yielding seed according to their own kinds, and trees bearing fruit in which is their seed, each according to its kind. And God saw that it was fair dinkum. 13 And there was evening and there was morning, the third day.

14 And God said, “Let there be lights in the expanse of the heavens to separate the day from the night. And let them be for signs and for seasons, [6] and for days and years, 15 and let them be lights in the expanse of the heavens to give light upon the earth.” And it was so. 16 And God made the two great lights—the greater light to rule the day and the lesser light to rule the night—and the stars. 17 And God set them in the expanse of the heavens to give light on the earth, 18 to rule over the day and over the night, and to separate the light from the darkness. And God saw that it was fair dinkum. 19 And there was evening and there was morning, the fourth day.

20 And God said, “Let the waters swarm with swarms of living creatures, and let birds [7] fly above the earth across the expanse of the heavens.” 21 So God created the great sea creatures and every living creature that moves, with which the waters swarm, according to their kinds, and every winged bird according to its kind. And God saw that it was fair dinkum. 22 And God blessed them, saying, “Be fruitful and multiply and fill the waters in the seas, and let birds multiply on the earth.” 23 And there was evening and there was morning, the fifth day.

24 And God said, “Let the earth bring forth living creatures according to their kinds—livestock and creeping things and beasts of the earth according to their kinds.” And it was so. 25 And God made the beasts of the earth according to their kinds and the livestock according to their kinds, and everything that creeps on the ground according to its kind. And God saw that it was fair dinkum.

26 Then God said, “Let us make man [8] in our image, after our likeness. And let them have dominion over the fish of the sea and over the birds of the heavens and over the livestock and over all the earth and over every creeping thing that creeps on the earth.”

27 So God created man in his own image, in the image of God he created him; male and female he created them.

28 And God blessed them. And God said to them, “Be fruitful and multiply and fill the earth and subdue it and have dominion over the fish of the sea and over the birds of the heavens and over every living thing that moves on the earth.” 29 And God said, “Behold, I have given you every plant yielding seed that is on the face of all the earth, and every tree with seed in its fruit. You shall have them for food. 30 And to every beast of the earth and to every bird of the heavens and to everything that creeps on the earth, everything that has the breath of life, I have given every green plant for food.” And it was so. 31 And God saw everything that he had made, and behold, it was fair dinkum. And there was evening and there was morning, the sixth day.

Damn it, Vince!

[CARTEL]

Fat people will steal your Soul...








Food.

[G o a t b o y]

Well, Prince, so Genoa and Lucca are now just family estates of the Buonapartes. But I warn you, if you don't tell me that this means war, if you still try to defend the infamies and horrors perpetrated by that Antichrist- I really believe he is Antichrist- I will have nothing more to do with you and you are no longer my friend, no longer my 'faithful slave,' as you call yourself! But how do you do? I see I have frightened you- sit down and tell me all the news."

It was in July, 1805, and the speaker was the well-known Anna Pavlovna Scherer, maid of honor and favorite of the Empress Marya Fedorovna. With these words she greeted Prince Vasili Kuragin, a man of high rank and importance, who was the first to arrive at her reception. Anna Pavlovna had had a cough for some days. She was, as she said, suffering from la grippe; grippe being then a new word in St. Petersburg, used only by the elite.

All her invitations without exception, written in French, and delivered by a scarlet-liveried footman that morning, ran as follows:

"If you have nothing better to do, Count [or Prince], and if the prospect of spending an evening with a poor invalid is not too terrible, I shall be very charmed to see you tonight between 7 and 10- Annette Scherer."

"Heavens! what a virulent attack!" replied the prince, not in the least disconcerted by this reception. He had just entered, wearing an embroidered court uniform, knee breeches, and shoes, and had stars on his breast and a serene expression on his flat face. He spoke in that refined French in which our grandfathers not only spoke but thought, and with the gentle, patronizing intonation natural to a man of importance who had grown old in society and at court. He went up to Anna Pavlovna, kissed her hand, presenting to her his bald, scented, and shining head, and complacently seated himself on the sofa.

"First of all, dear friend, tell me how you are. Set your friend's mind at rest," said he without altering his tone, beneath the politeness and affected sympathy of which indifference and even irony could be discerned.

"Can one be well while suffering morally? Can one be calm in times like these if one has any feeling?" said Anna Pavlovna. "You are staying the whole evening, I hope?"

"And the fete at the English ambassador's? Today is Wednesday. I must put in an appearance there," said the prince. "My daughter is coming for me to take me there."

"I thought today's fete had been canceled. I confess all these festivities and fireworks are becoming wearisome."

"If they had known that you wished it, the entertainment would have been put off," said the prince, who, like a wound-up clock, by force of habit said things he did not even wish to be believed.

"Don't tease! Well, and what has been decided about Novosiltsev's dispatch? You know everything."

"What can one say about it?" replied the prince in a cold, listless tone. "What has been decided? They have decided that Buonaparte has burnt his boats, and I believe that we are ready to burn ours."

Prince Vasili always spoke languidly, like an actor repeating a stale part. Anna Pavlovna Scherer on the contrary, despite her forty years, overflowed with animation and impulsiveness. To be an enthusiast had become her social vocation and, sometimes even when she did not feel like it, she became enthusiastic in order not to disappoint the expectations of those who knew her. The subdued smile which, though it did not suit her faded features, always played round her lips expressed, as in a spoiled child, a continual consciousness of her charming defect, which she neither wished, nor could, nor considered it necessary, to correct.

In the midst of a conversation on political matters Anna Pavlovna burst out:

"Oh, don't speak to me of Austria. Perhaps I don't understand things, but Austria never has wished, and does not wish, for war. She is betraying us! Russia alone must save Europe. Our gracious sovereign recognizes his high vocation and will be true to it. That is the one thing I have faith in! Our good and wonderful sovereign has to perform the noblest role on earth, and he is so virtuous and noble that God will not forsake him. He will fulfill his vocation and crush the hydra of revolution, which has become more terrible than ever in the person of this murderer and villain! We alone must avenge the blood of the just one.... Whom, I ask you, can we rely on?... England with her commercial spirit will not and cannot understand the Emperor Alexander's loftiness of soul. She has refused to evacuate Malta. She wanted to find, and still seeks, some secret motive in our actions. What answer did Novosiltsev get? None. The English have not understood and cannot understand the self-abnegation of our Emperor who wants nothing for himself, but only desires the good of mankind. And what have they promised? Nothing! And what little they have promised they will not perform! Prussia has always declared that Buonaparte is invincible, and that all Europe is powerless before him.... And I don't believe a word that Hardenburg says, or Haugwitz either. This famous Prussian neutrality is just a trap. I have faith only in God and the lofty destiny of our adored monarch. He will save Europe!"

She suddenly paused, smiling at her own impetuosity.

"I think," said the prince with a smile, "that if you had been sent instead of our dear Wintzingerode you would have captured the King of Prussia's consent by assault. You are so eloquent. Will you give me a cup of tea?"

"In a moment. A propos," she added, becoming calm again, "I am expecting two very interesting men tonight, le Vicomte de Mortemart, who is connected with the Montmorencys through the Rohans, one of the best French families. He is one of the genuine emigres, the good ones. And also the Abbe Morio. Do you know that profound thinker? He has been received by the Emperor. Had you heard?"

"I shall be delighted to meet them," said the prince. "But tell me," he added with studied carelessness as if it had only just occurred to him, though the question he was about to ask was the chief motive of his visit, "is it true that the Dowager Empress wants Baron Funke to be appointed first secretary at Vienna? The baron by all accounts is a poor creature."

Prince Vasili wished to obtain this post for his son, but others were trying through the Dowager Empress Marya Fedorovna to secure it for the baron.

Anna Pavlovna almost closed her eyes to indicate that neither she nor anyone else had a right to criticize what the Empress desired or was pleased with.

"Baron Funke has been recommended to the Dowager Empress by her sister," was all she said, in a dry and mournful tone.

As she named the Empress, Anna Pavlovna's face suddenly assumed an expression of profound and sincere devotion and respect mingled with sadness, and this occurred every time she mentioned her illustrious patroness. She added that Her Majesty had deigned to show Baron Funke beaucoup d'estime, and again her face clouded over with sadness.

The prince was silent and looked indifferent. But, with the womanly and courtierlike quickness and tact habitual to her, Anna Pavlovna wished both to rebuke him (for daring to speak he had done of a man recommended to the Empress) and at the same time to console him, so she said:

"Now about your family. Do you know that since your daughter came out everyone has been enraptured by her? They say she is amazingly beautiful."

The prince bowed to signify his respect and gratitude.

"I often think," she continued after a short pause, drawing nearer to the prince and smiling amiably at him as if to show that political and social topics were ended and the time had come for intimate conversation- "I often think how unfairly sometimes the joys of life are distributed. Why has fate given you two such splendid children? I don't speak of Anatole, your youngest. I don't like him," she added in a tone admitting of no rejoinder and raising her eyebrows. "Two such charming children. And really you appreciate them less than anyone, and so you don't deserve to have them."

And she smiled her ecstatic smile.

"I can't help it," said the prince. "Lavater would have said I lack the bump of paternity."

"Don't joke; I mean to have a serious talk with you. Do you know I am dissatisfied with your younger son? Between ourselves" (and her face assumed its melancholy expression), "he was mentioned at Her Majesty's and you were pitied...."

The prince answered nothing, but she looked at him significantly, awaiting a reply. He frowned.

"What would you have me do?" he said at last. "You know I did all a father could for their education, and they have both turned out fools. Hippolyte is at least a quiet fool, but Anatole is an active one. That is the only difference between them." He said this smiling in a way more natural and animated than usual, so that the wrinkles round his mouth very clearly revealed something unexpectedly coarse and unpleasant.

"And why are children born to such men as you? If you were not a father there would be nothing I could reproach you with," said Anna Pavlovna, looking up pensively.

"I am your faithful slave and to you alone I can confess that my children are the bane of my life. It is the cross I have to bear. That is how I explain it to myself. It can't be helped!"

He said no more, but expressed his resignation to cruel fate by a gesture. Anna Pavlovna meditated.

"Have you never thought of marrying your prodigal son Anatole?" she asked. "They say old maids have a mania for matchmaking, and though I don't feel that weakness in myself as yet,I know a little person who is very unhappy with her father. She is a relation of yours, Princess Mary Bolkonskaya."

Prince Vasili did not reply, though, with the quickness of memory and perception befitting a man of the world, he indicated by a movement of the head that he was considering this information.

"Do you know," he said at last, evidently unable to check the sad current of his thoughts, "that Anatole is costing me forty thousand rubles a year? And," he went on after a pause, "what will it be in five years, if he goes on like this?" Presently he added: "That's what we fathers have to put up with.... Is this princess of yours rich?"

"Her father is very rich and stingy. He lives in the country. He is the well-known Prince Bolkonski who had to retire from the army under the late Emperor, and was nicknamed 'the King of Prussia.' He is very clever but eccentric, and a bore. The poor girl is very unhappy. She has a brother; I think you know him, he married Lise Meinen lately. He is an aide-de-camp of Kutuzov's and will be here tonight."

"Listen, dear Annette," said the prince, suddenly taking Anna Pavlovna's hand and for some reason drawing it downwards. "Arrange that affair for me and I shall always be your most devoted slave- slafe wigh an f, as a village elder of mine writes in his reports. She is rich and of good family and that's all I want."

And with the familiarity and easy grace peculiar to him, he raised the maid of honor's hand to his lips, kissed it, and swung it to and fro as he lay back in his armchair, looking in another direction.

"Attendez," said Anna Pavlovna, reflecting, "I'll speak to Lise, young Bolkonski's wife, this very evening, and perhaps the thing can be arranged. It shall be on your family's behalf that I'll start my apprenticeship as old maid."

Tolstoy you're not Vinny!

[CARTEL]

I make fat people eat their words.

They might as well, they eat everything else.

[Vince B]

I didn't post that nonsense about the Bible. I have no time for any religions. A philosopher wouldn't post rubbish like that. Don't be so gullible to be foiled by the desperadoes that populate this board and try to win points using any method at all.

Well, I wonder if Goatboy is married to an ex model? I guess anonymous flotsam like him can post anything he likes and reinvent himself on line. That happens a lot so I am sure it occurs with muscleheads. Well, there is no evidence that Goatboy is a musclehead or if he even has a decent physique. That is quite sad for Getbig because the place has little integrity because of wannabes.

The issue, dear Goatboy, is not whether any individual has a preference for fat women but whether those fat women are weak willed and whatever else irresponsible guys want to say about them. The thread was started in jest and I hijacked it by defending fat people. Quickerblade and Mike and DonkeyK are incapable of joining more that simple utterances together so what hope have they when engaging someone lightyears beyond them? Answer: no hope at all. They have been decimated and instead of squealing and yelping away they go away for a couple of days, lick their wounds, and then hope I am not here to sort them out again when they return. It really is an easy task dispatching those schoolboys.

[G o a t b o y]

I didn't post that nonsense about the Bible. I have no time for any religions. A philosopher wouldn't post rubbish like that. Don't be so gullible to be foiled by the desperadoes that populate this board and try to win points using any method at all.

Well, I wonder if Goatboy is married to an ex model? I guess anonymous flotsam like him can post anything he likes and reinvent himself on line. That happens a lot so I am sure it occurs with muscleheads. Well, there is no evidence that Goatboy is a musclehead or if he even has a decent physique. That is quite sad for Getbig because the place has little integrity because of wannabes.

The issue, dear Goatboy, is not whether any individual has a preference for fat women but whether those fat women are weak willed and whatever else irresponsible guys want to say about them. The thread was started in jest and I hijacked it by defending fat people. Quickerblade and Mike and DonkeyK are incapable of joining more that simple utterances together so what hope have they when engaging someone lightyears beyond them? Answer: no hope at all. They have been decimated and instead of squealing and yelping away they go away for a couple of days, lick their wounds, and then hope I am not here to sort them out again when they return. It really is an easy task dispatching those schoolboys.

no i dont think id  be consifdered a muscclehead. vince.  I work out at home, and I weigh 205=210 at 5'10. Keep ijn mind, thats without hormones, and at or under 10%.  In other words, im no/t "bulky" like you.  It'sa simple voince, don't eat shit, don't drink (unless you're celrebratihg a multimillyiojn $ dea;l) lift with progressive resistance, do cardio, ;preferably hiit, an

fucfccccck i lost my train of thoudht....


vince iois a fatassssss!

fuck speedo fatass aussie wannabee canadians

[The Ugly]

Dear Penthouse,

I never believed this could happen to me.

There was Rachel. She stood and carried her box into the bedroom. I watched her swaying hips, the way her arms swung with her waddling movement.  Her shorts were visible from the back, and though they'd kept up with her growth, they didn't quite accommodate the change in body form.  They rode up high, revealing the bottom of each dimpled, shifting cheek. 

I followed her into the bedroom and quickly doffed my work clothes.  By the time I'd gotten everything off, Rachel was already lying in bed undressed and deep into her chocolates.  She'd placed two pillows and a cushion  under her voluminous rear, arched her legs and looked dreamily up at me.  "Box chocolate always makes me hot," she said, "but then, you knew that, didn't you?" 

Not really, I thought, but I had a suspicion that I'd be learning a lot that was new about Rachel.  I studied her naked body:  the lightly textured stretchmarks on both sides of her belly, the crease emanating from her navel towards the bottom of her belly hang, the deeply veined breasts spreading towards her arms, the bulge 'neath her apron that hung over her twat like an incipient second paunch.  With her rear raised by the pillows, her upper torso pushed her tits into fuller prominence; they both jutted within reach of her mouth. 

I couldn't believe how turned on I was.  Rachel looked sexier than ever.  In the course of one day, I'd changed into the kind of fat fancier that messageboards joked about.

My stiffened dick bumping into mattress edge, I started to massage Rachel's inner thighs.  Wherever I touched her, she started quivering.  As I got closer to her crotch, she lifted her belly apron out of the way.  My fingers smelled of chocolate; I licked them as I started to explore her pubic area with my fingers.  She was already moist.  Box of chocolates really did get her hot. 

Plunging two fingers of my right hand past her pubic covering, I began to explore her.  I traced her mountainous paunch with my free hand.  It felt soft and voluptuous, this mound of trembling womanhood.  Just the thought that I could make and keep this stunning massive mama aroused sent a major buzz through me. 

"Deeper!" Rachel suddenly insisted, "you're almost near it!"  Lifting a hand to grab a fistful of chocolates, she moaned happily as I touched, then pinched, her clit.  "That's it!"  Widening her legs further, she shook with orgasmic glee, as I worked at multiplying her pleasure. 

Finally, I took my hand back and prepared to enter her.  Rachel took a deep breath and grabbed another helping of chocolate, tiny brown paper fluttering all around her.  She was tight but welcoming, and as I kneeled on the mattress, I reached for both mams.  Even with my hands over her nipples, her aureolae spread beyond my palms.  Thrusting happily, I watched her jiggle beneath him, felt her belly slap against his.  Her nipples stiffened beneath my palms.  I felt myself grow even larger - as if I was swelling to accommodate Rachel's extra layers of avoirdupois - and then shoot into her.  We both happily shouted our acknowledgment of this fact. 

"A lovely chubfuck," Rachel said, once we'd both calmed and separated.  "Think we could do this again later?" 

"Certainly," I promised.  "But we should probably stoke up on some dinner first.  Care for a pizza?" 

"You know the way to a girl's heart," Rachel said, patting her tremendous belly.  "Better make it pizzas, though.  I could do with a refueling."  She lifted her candy box, dumped the remaining pieces on the space between her breasts and popped one into her mouth.  Though I knew that most fat folk didn't really eat like this, all the women I'd seen today did.  It came with the spell, apparently.  Crikey! I never realized how truly erotic a woman's unfettered gluttony could be.  Rising to make our dinner order, I wondered what the coming years and Rachel's appetite would bring.

Mr. Canada 1971

I was eating, fucker! Seriously, take this shit to 18+.

[G o a t b o y]

The issue, dear Goatboy, is  whether any individual has a preference for fat women 

vinvce is a chubbby chasr!!! 

[G o a t b o y]

gqdddmit its ber 30 minutes ande no rep;ies!!

FAT PEOPLE SUCK!

it's late bedtime in america,,,, you Euros and Aussies need to keep posting and keep tellimg the world how gross fatties are!!!

[CARTEL]

gqdddmit its ber 30 minutes ande no rep;ies!!

FAT PEOPLE SUCK!

it's late bedtime in america,,,, you Euros and Aussies need to keep posting and keep tellimg the world how gross fatties are!!!

It's 10:00 pm here in Cali and believe you me that there are fat people snoring all over the place. Stealing my oxygen and sweating on their immense pillows.

[G o a t b o y]

It's 10:00 pm here in Cali and believe you me that there are fat people snoring all over the place. Stealing my oxygen and sweating on their immense pillows.

12:midnight in central usa and fatties sjccck the life out of oour society!    6am in London  and fatties still suck.  7am in Berlin and faties suck even more, as the asswpes are sleeping in.  3pm in Sidney, and Vu=incce B is still a fat fucck.


Any questions, boys and girls?

[CARTEL]

Vince has to sleep standing up like an elephant or risk collapsing his lungs under the weight of his love handles.

True story.

[G o a t b o y]

We're all on this planet for a very short time.  As I write this, I have no idea whether the reader is a teenager or 20-something who foolishly thinks he has nearly unlimited anounts of time ahead of him, a middle-ager like me, who has many years ahead of him yet understands there is an end to the picture, or a "vince" who is staring down his twilight years. In any event, we will all be a vince eventually.

Despite this, there is no excuse for going through life as a fatass! 

If you are young, you can change the entire story of your life!


If you are middle-aged, you can create a new beginning for yourself.



And if you are old, you can at least go out having rescued yourself from "Vincedom".  Nobody gets out alive, but at least you didn't die weak and "Basiled".  Only pussies die as speedo=wearing ped#####s!    Lose your excess fat now!!

[G o a t b o y]

You know, the more I think about it, why not seriously look to stigmatize and marginalize fatties?

I mean, as Adolph Hitler and other successful politicians have demonstrated, one of the keys to power is to blame a group for the general public's ills.  Now granted, in many cases that blame is more than justified, and is not the creation of politics, yet that blame generally has at least some basis in fact, and is diffcult to deny.  All propoganda, after all, is based at some point in the real world.

In the real world, fatties are a total waste of oxygen, are unreliable, and are burdens to the systems the rest of us are responsible for.

"death to fatties" is the only realistic solution in the long-term.

What are we holding on to out outdated "principles" for anyway?  As I said, no one gets out alive.  Why not stand for something?  While you're on this earth, stand for willpower..... stand for discipline...... stand for pride in yourself.     Reject Basile-dom once and for all! 



DEATH TO FATTIES!!

[G o a t b o y]

goatboy's lack of willpower is sickening.

Canadian replies count for .768900% or a normal reply.


Thanks for playing, though. 

[Vince B]

Well, if Goatboy is fair dinkum and signed a deal that is making him money then congratulations.

However, if the people who made the deal with you knew about your bigoted attitudes nobody would have any dealing with you.
So count yourself lucky they don't read the rants of Goatboy on the internet!

The fatties are becoming more numerous so everyone better get used to having them around. So far there is no cure for obesity and muscleheads will always feel superior to them and mistakenly believe it is all willpower and exercise.

Maybe bodybuilders and fitness nerds can hang around airports and offer to accompany fat people on trips and let them have half of their seats. That would be doing a community service. We have to get out there and befriend fat people and then introduce them to our way of life.

One thing many forget is that as you age your metabolism slows down so you can get fat quite easily without overeating.

In the meantime, let it be agreed that I am still in reasonable shape and people leave me alone when they see a big muscle guy heading their way. At the beach I impress people with my physique so I do get plenty of respect. The same goes for my gym. Don't be fooled by one photo taken at a bad angle. I am just a tad off season and nothing to worry about.

[DK II]

If your meatbolism slows, you have to workout more or eat less. No excuses.

[Vince B]

Donkey, being a bachelor isn't that much fun. I have no one to do my laundry. Can't think of a better reason to live with a woman.

I used to force-feed myself for 25 years while training and teaching PE in high school. Nowadays I can miss a meal and still not lose weight. When I do diet I lose muscle size. Talk about a bummer. So, fellas, don't think it is so easy as you get older. I am lucky that my muscles stay almost the same size with very little training.

I don't think contest condition is the male physical ideal. I am just a tad bulky at the moment. Easy to reverse if I get motivated.