The rescue team would need a goddamn forklift. Every time I see a deathfat, my heart goes out to the EMT that will have to haul their corpulent corpse into the bariatric ambulance to the specially designed fatty hospital bed to the XXXL coffin.
That is one ugly as fuck drawing. It's ugly as a print, and I can imagine it'd only be even uglier as a tattoo. I hope she gets it tattooed on her hippo ass.
The one that cracks me up is #mindfulness. I mean weighing as much as a baby grand piano is such a sign of truly being present in one's life and analyzing one's behavior at all times.
I take back what I said before. She should have bought Neutrogena and saved her money. Also, "dying succulents" ? Just get plastic plants. You are a disgrace considering all of the natural light you get in your house.
J, the reason you feel safer around water is because it reminds you of your true home, where you swam freely with your pod and feasted upon krill.
Her chin looks like she scoured it with a Scotch-Brite pad, and the rest of her face still seems to have a texture like stucco. The fitbros will say that you can't outrun your fork; the skin-care spergs should probably start saying that you can't out-product your fork.
Really she was feeling sorry for herself because she has out-fatted any floatation device and has to watch from the shore. Kind of like the fat kid who has to wait while all his friends go on the rollercoaster he is too fat for.
Gladly/sadly they make an electric mini forklift to lift people and save EMT's backs.
The heavier-duty one only has a maximum weight limit of 400lbs, though. Corissa's still got about 50-75 lbs to go before she maxes it out, but for J? No bueno.
Ah, Kiwi Farms. The only place where we can discuss human forklift specs and how they stack up to shapes the retarded eat themselves into.
I think it was part of a chest tattoo that got stretched out by her massive gut.
