Wednesday, June 11, 2008

Step Away From The Donuts...

"700-Pound Man's Birthday Wish? Marriage"

How about wishing for a jaw wiring or a lock for the fridge? There is absolutely no reason for ANYONE to let themselves get to 1,235 lbs. He blames it on junk food but how about taking responsibility for your own actions. No one forced him to stuff his face with garbage. I doubt anyone was holding a gun to his head while dangling a fucking Quarter Pounder in front of him.

The girlfriend is obviously a chubby chaser as her last boyfriend was obese and keeled over on her. She certainly has her hands full now.

It's also very sad that the only way for him to get out involves a crane and a flatbed and still he gets caught underneath an overpass. If it wasn't so grotesque it would be funny...

Seriously, I doubt that I could live that way. Imagine having to have someone bathe and wipe your ass everyday. You'd have to buy one of those hooks that you attach toilet paper to just so you could clean your own hole. You'd have to have a bed reinforced with lug nuts to support your ever increasing girth. Special garments because nothing would be off the rack in your closet. Truly depressing.

I hope he makes it down the aisle...

2 comments:

Metro said...

Moreover--how the hell does someone living in Mexico manage that? Man, in Cuidad Juarez someone'd have cut him up for chops already.

Pugs said...

LOL. I was actually wondering that same thing. He must be eating the children that hustle the chewed gum on the streets. Chicle? Chicle? One Dollah!...