Minor annoyances
John Smith:
Another happenstance that annoys me are about objectively beautiful women who used to pride so much of their own personal value onto their once-thin or voluptuous bodies, that once they've been dealing with a variety of circumstances that made them growing increasingly more voracious and sedentary-- and are subsquequently piling on a considerable amount of weight, they are so disconnected at times from reality they would not just behoove in the same conceited, mischievous manner they used to when they knew they meant s×+t on both the social food chain of attractiveness and the dating pool alike, but downright regress into a mental state that made them forget about how obese they have become and starts waddling around in shrunken clothes that obviously any longer fit them since a good two or three sizes... for later aternating between selective amnesia and a weight conscious panic attack every couple of minutes.
It's bothering;
c) Another set of cases is about super morbidly obese female bystanders in buses or subway trains who feels to embarassed having to singlehandedly monopolize either a douche-seat bench or a pairing of folding seat with their enormous hides, yet feels entitled to subtly physically assault and bump you if you sat on the free seat next to them and happens to be a man.
Why does they haul up their blubber upper arms and some bits of their immense bodies against me anytime? We are not friends;
d) Super morbidly obese women who damn knows their badonkadonks are way too huge and large, threw shoots at me who was the only non-white bystander sat on that three-seat bench, and nevertheless sat down there with a substantial pillow of their left hip and rear covering up a two-third of my lap and their bodies squashing me against the opposite cishioned panel;
d) SSBBW gym managers or owners are the reason why I never took Gold Gym seriously nor subscribed there.
Don't get me wrong, a super morbidly obese woman may be at some instances very active. But we're now talking about not a 300, but 400-ish pounds woman who was huffing and puffing just by wobbling up with elephantesc steps from her office to the counter that was at least a half-dozen of foot forward, sounds like this gym was a big cap 🧢 to me;
somefatgirl:
This entire post sounds like you hate fat women. Are you on the right website?
Another happenstance that annoys me are about objectively beautiful women who used to pride so much of their own personal value onto their once-thin or voluptuous bodies, that once they've been dealing with a variety of circumstances that made them growing increasingly more voracious and sedentary-- and are subsquequently piling on a considerable amount of weight, they are so disconnected at times from reality they would not just behoove in the same conceited, mischievous manner they used to when they knew they meant s×+t on both the social food chain of attractiveness and the dating pool alike, but downright regress into a mental state that made them forget about how obese they have become and starts waddling around in shrunken clothes that obviously any longer fit them since a good two or three sizes... for later aternating between selective amnesia and a weight conscious panic attack every couple of minutes. It's bothering;
c) Another set of cases is about super morbidly obese female bystanders in buses or subway trains who feels to embarassed having to singlehandedly monopolize either a douche-seat bench or a pairing of folding seat with their enormous hides, yet feels entitled to subtly physically assault and bump you if you sat on the free seat next to them and happens to be a man.
Why does they haul up their blubber upper arms and some bits of their immense bodies against me anytime? We are not friends;
d) Super morbidly obese women who damn knows their badonkadonks are way too huge and large, threw shoots at me who was the only non-white bystander sat on that three-seat bench, and nevertheless sat down there with a substantial pillow of their left hip and rear covering up a two-third of my lap and their bodies squashing me against the opposite cishioned panel;
d) SSBBW gym managers or owners are the reason why I never took Gold Gym seriously nor subscribed there.
Don't get me wrong, a super morbidly obese woman may be at some instances very active. But we're now talking about not a 300, but 400-ish pounds woman who was huffing and puffing just by wobbling up with elephantesc steps from her office to the counter that was at least a half-dozen of foot forward, sounds like this gym was a big cap 🧢 to me;
somefatgirl:
This entire post sounds like you hate fat women. Are you on the right website?
I'm glad you can filter all that drivel. He starts yapping and I tune out.
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John Smith:
What the hell are you talking about? Your thought process is not cohesive at all.
FeedToTheLimit:
Pay no attention to him. He's just sore that "Baba Yaga" is an old deformed crone from Russian mythology who eats children and not John Wick.
www.rbth.com/arts/330441-how-john-wick-got-baba-yaga-wrong[/quote]
And once again Viggo Tarasov (RIP Michael Nyqvist) explained John Wick is not the boogeyman, he's the guy you send to kill the boogeyman.
I'm the one that finds the deformed crone (which fits your description perfectly actually) that targets children and eliminates the threat.
:-)
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