When I was working as a Surgical Tech and was not obese (but thought I was fat) I would tell jokes to cut the tension during procedures. One of the worst jokes I told that comes back to haunt me was the one about the "fat woman".
Here it goes: How do you make love to a fat woman? Roll her in flour and go for the wet spot.
I am so ashamed I ever let those words pass my lips. I see myself being rolled in flour and it's ot funny at all.
Karma is having a pretty good chuckle though.
Many times in this city of supposed peace and love (San Francisco) I have been called such names as: "Fat Bitch", "Fat Ass" and "Fatty". For no reason at all, just for some small, insignificant pieces of wasted flesh to get their kicks and master their art of cruelty. All of them were men. I wonder if their mothers would be proud of them?
I know Karma is going to visit them sometime. I don't know when or where, but she will come....
oh yes, she will come.
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