My step-father walked around at over 300. Sometimes reaching 350. He ate SOOO fucking much. And worse, he literally monitored us kids, to make sure we weren't eating too much. lol. Not because he was concerned for our health, but he wanted to ensure there was enough food for his habit. My brother and I would look forward to a dessert, then my step father would criticize the amount we took making it a stress inducing experience. Guess it's why I don't enjoy sweets. lol. Thanks, you fat fucker. On a side note.. he dead. Died after a sucker punch, in prison, from a heart attack. lol.
How does a 350 lb lard barge even commit a crime? Ffs how do they even roll out of bed?
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