Come on guys... buy a bag of flour and start dating fat chicks.
It's embarrassing.
Come on guys... buy a bag of flour and start dating fat chicks.
It's embarrassing.
It’s not just the fat. Unnatural hair dye, piercings, tattoos, horrible clothes, haughty attitude and victim mentality all contribute to these people being disgusting.
They're surprisingly resistant to comprehending what victim mentality is. They just can't see it. I see it in my young children, where it's natural, and do everything to teach them how wrong it is.
I think this is brought on by single mothers. Women have this mentality far more than men.
Cognitive dissonance is very powerful.
It's easier to confirm we're just fat phobic. That seems to placate them.
That's 7 boxes on the SJW Bingo card right there.
Secretly, I love having someone around who weighs twice my weight, who loves herself so much, she can't resist going to any candy counter within 10 miles, who can't fit into an airplane seat or wear good looking clothes. Yea, I get so turned on. But, having other men mock me? That's too much to bear.
I don't care what my friends think, I just don't want fuck something that smells of yeast.
That or we just don't like fat chicks
Nobody is forcing you to (over)consume a grain-heavy diet, there, Mahograja. Sweaty bobs and a reeking vagene are your own fault.
Fat people are far less healthy, far less hygienic, and far, far, less pleasant to look at. Blame anyone and everyone you want, but facts is facts.
We're not allowed to use facts. AOU, please ban this account now!
My first thought was of Agent Smith telling Morpheus, "It's the smell." I'm going to go with that.
Men worth their salt don't like dating fat women because it shows a lack of discernment and a lack of care towards having a fit and healthy life partner and the mother of their children.
Mentally ill.
I cannot stand the smell of yeast.
What do fat chicks and mopeds have in common? They are both fun to ride until your friends see you on them...
KEK!
I'm a guy that's 150 pounds at 5'10. I'm afraid some 300+ beast might roll over on top of me or trip and fall on me.
It's not polite to say that part our loud. On the other hand, this is Poal!
reality, no matter how much you pretend, is still there
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