Maybe J could work at a card printing shop. Dumb ass bitch has the experience. Or work somewhere where people just hand out flyers. Again, bitch has the experience. Hands random person card: Excuse me friend, but you misgendered me. TARD! What do both her and fatgirlfuck do to support themselves? Are those t-shirts a huge money maker? Obviously they aren’t hurting in the food department.
Yesterday, I drove past one of those guys standing alongside a busy road, twirling a sign for a mattress store. Only he wasn't standing; he was leaning on the edge of a retaining wall, looking like he had a monster hangover and was ready to die. And his sign-twirling was, at best, the occasional feeble twitch, more like was having a spasm than any intentional sort of movement.
I've been driving past that guy occasionally for six months now, and every time I saw him I thought, "God damn, he's the worst sign-twirler ever; why do they keep hiring him?" until yesterday, when it dawned on me as I drove away that I not only know the name of the mattress store he works for, and where exactly it is, but that they are having a 30% off sale. So maybe, despite--or perhaps even
because of--his deficiencies as a sign-twirler, he's still pretty fucking effective at it.
So if there is a struggling strip-mall donut shop in the Wichita area that needs a sign-twirler to attract attention, maybe they should hire J. They can set her up on some sort of heavy-duty stool at the nearest busy intersection, give her a sign to hold (and occasionally wave in the general direction of traffic), and with a box of donuts for sustenance. And soon, everybody who drives past will know there's a donut shop on that stretch of road, and when someone asks where to go to get donuts, they can say, "drive up [
X] Boulevard, and look for the huge fat kid occasionally flapping a sign around while shoving donuts into its face."
The problem with J's bust measurement is that it isn't actually where the bust would be located in a garment; it's pretty much at her waist. She'd have to wear a bra to hike those floppy sandbags up to where her bust is supposed to be, which, I am sure, she would whine about as being some sort of gendered violence that triggers her dysphoria. Unless, of course, the creator of a clothing line really
did want to cater to people whose bodies look like a massive, catastrophic mudslide on the side of a clear-cut mountain.
Then again, these are degenerate times we live in, and all manner of horrors are possible. But still, nobody's going to fly J in from Wichita to model for them, or fly to Wichita to photograph her
in situ--not when every damned city has plenty of "infinifats" of indeterminate gender to choose from these days.
Oh, and as for Corissa's porn, I don't know what y'all are clutching your pearls so hard over; I'm sitting here laughing my ass off at it. That shit's
hilarious. But now that she's so much larger, I doubt she can reach her own genitals any more. Plus, hugely fat people tend to get discolored skin under their gunts and in the genital region due to the constant pressure and rubbing, as well as ugly ingrown hairs, so I'm sure her crotch looks more like the Sarlacc Pit these days.
