Holy Hell, How Fat Can A Person Get?

I am back. Got out amongst the people last night. Not sure if that is a good thing or not, but the things that I saw. Apparently, they are showing movies, for free, outdoors at Downsview Park on Fridays. The Wife wanted to see Bee Movie. So off we trek, like it is a far trek, to Downsview Park with the folding nylon chairs.



I tell you it was a like a drive-in without the charm of sitting in the car, separated from the rest of the world. I mean, in your car you are invisible (which explains me seeing people pick their noses at red lights, though if done while driving, that is real multi-tasking, because they obviously believe they are invisible or in some "private" place regardless of windows and on-lookers) so you can have any kind of wild sex you would like at the drive-in and nobody can see. That always leads to being anally penetrated by the emergency brake but that is a story for another day. The other other day story is the video of the chick riding her gear shift, yes she fucked herself with her car.



Anyway, there we sit when this woman and entourage sit near us. This woman was HUGE. She had one of those folding nylon chairs that we had and I could not figure how she could get into the chair, let alone how the frame could take that kind of strain (metal fatigue should have been an issue). Then I look at the chair, the frame is about three times thicker than normal, so it must have been reinforced with fucking adamantium (X-Men and Wolverine reference there) so that it would not collapse.



The Wife says "You would let me know if I got that fat, wouldn't you?" To which I replied, "No offense, but you would know that if you got half way there, I would be gone, so you would know." I can be shallow but fuck it, I am not about to roll the Wife in flour just to find the wet spot. I would hate to think that I was fucking some sweaty fold of skin in her belly or thigh. Then again, I guess a warm, wet hole is a warm, wet hole.



Of course, if she got that big, it would be left to the Lad to have to pry her off the couch/bed/floor to get her moving. I would be gone and I should take the Lad with me. I may just leave him with a pry bar, just so she can somebody to feed her. See, I am not cruel just shallow. Poor Lad, having to deal with that and stay out of arms length so he does not get eaten.



Well, that is what I saw and it still haunts me. Ciao!