. . . Where he dined on fish and vegetables.

I think that I've figured out where the Atkins Diet is failing.  Is that a tamale* he's eating?

* The South-West version of the fruit-cake - Except, in comparison (from my own experience), they make lousy door-stops.

< Fnord > Do you know why Mexicans give one an-other tamales at Christ-Mass?  So, they'll have have some-thing to un-wrap.  < /Fnord >

And, could some-body more sober then my-self crop that fat bastard, and add him as a side-banner?

Just another pic.

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jesusluvspegging wrote:

Why is it, in these pictures of gigantic should-be-dead fatasses, that they always pick the shots where they're almost entirely uncovered, save for a bit of sheet over their junk?  Why is that, mass media?

You think he can pop down to Todays Man and have them grab a suit off the rack for him? What's he going to wear, a XXXXXXXXXXXXXL T-shirt?  Even if he could find pants, the effort of putting them on would probably give him a heart attack.

No, what inquiring minds want to know is: Who mucks out the stall every day for this fatty? I mean, even his ever suffering mother wouldn't put up with that mountain of shit. And he's Mexican, so it probably isn't some welfare worker.

GooberMcNutly wrote:

jesusluvspegging wrote:

Why is it, in these pictures of gigantic should-be-dead fatasses, that they always pick the shots where they're almost entirely uncovered, save for a bit of sheet over their junk?  Why is that, mass media?

You think he can pop down to Todays Man and have them grab a suit off the rack for him? What's he going to wear, a XXXXXXXXXXXXXL T-shirt?  Even if he could find pants, the effort of putting them on would probably give him a heart attack.

No, what inquiring minds want to know is: Who mucks out the stall every day for this fatty? I mean, even his ever suffering mother wouldn't put up with that mountain of shit. And he's Mexican, so it probably isn't some welfare worker.

He has a devoted girlfriend who is a chubby chaser whose last husband died from being too fat. He's on a diet, so she prepares his food, and she cleans him, and they claim to have a sex life. Bully for them.

Also -- he claims that living in America for a short time is at fault for being this way. He says there's too much food here.

karenw wrote:

How about a top banner? Grab it quick, before photobucket decides it violates their terms of use.

http://i522.photobucket.com/albums/w347 … banner.jpg

This ain't your parents Cruel.  Thanks to Choad and Sofie, we no longer have to rely on PhotoBucket.  Up-Load that bitch.

karenw wrote:

How about a top banner? Grab it quick, before photobucket decides it violates their terms of use.

Or stroke out their servers.
You really don't want to look, right? Horrified, yet drawn to it, like a dog with 3 legs.

ptah13 wrote:

How do they even have sex?

From Another Board I Frequent In a Thread About Obesity wrote:

All righty, answers to important questions. My buddy the general practitioner, who in med school ran as a paramedic and so was able to supply me with the fabulous Twinkie Story, not to mention a hundred other horrors in the two-pronged effort of purging himself of nightmares and laughing as I got stuck with them, one night over beers described to me how a grotesquely obese couple, patients of his, explained to him the necessary logistics of their love-making.

Feel free to turn away. Now.

They have a big dining room table. Strong wood. Sturdy. Don't make 'em like that anymore. Etc. Has leaves. You know, the removable extensions for seating less or more guests. Don't groan yet.

They remove a center leaf. Yep. We're going there. Still reading?

The woman gets on her back, below the table. With the aid of several pillows and cushions, she raises her lower half into the air, until the base of her thighs are pressed against the underside of the table. Gravity has moved the bulk of the flesh down and away, and she has aimed herself to be presenting through the gap left by the missing center leaf.

The husband, after helping his wife situate herself, carefully mounts the table. The table, instead of his wife, takes the brunt of his weight. The smooth finished wood surface lets him orient himself and comfortably maneuver his own mass out of the way from places his hands cannot reach.

Contact of the once-buried naughty bits is slowly, gently established, and intercourse proceeds.

You're welcome.

Scotty wrote:

Contact of the once-buried naughty bits is slowly, gently established, and intercourse proceeds.

If hippos, sows, and elephants can manage it, a human is certainly never going to have that mass. Well, maybe this Uribe guy. I'm told (and have unfortunately been eyebleached by porn of) a 'normal weight' person having sex with someone of this...girth...and it mostly consists of parting the [many] meat curtains. With men on a fat girl, however, any old fold seems to do.