Jesus fucking Christ. I knew it was some bullshit when I saw how many pages I had to catch up on.
Now I understand why slothfulness is one of the deadly sins. Imagine being such a shiftless turd pile and physically incapacitating yourself because you can't put the fucking fork down.
Is this a new one for the records, guys? Chantal is officially so fucking fat and lazy that she
can't refuses to turn her head? On what planet (besides Hamplanet) does that make sense? I'm in a morbid state of shock, and it's been a while since Tubby McGee managed to shock me.
Now I'm aware of the typical fatty moves. You know, parking close to a destination so you don't have to walk far, getting grabber tools so you don't have to reach far for the remote control, using scooters so you don't have to walk, or in Chantal's case, parking her big ass smack in the middle of the kitchen where she can secure the premises at all times.
But now we've come to yet another turning point: the inability (not unwillingness) to turn her head/body because she's just too big. And this is how people end up 600lbs because these little changes go unchecked and people just learn to live with the new adjustments. I imagine it's a lot of work turning that turkey neck and muffin top, but that's even more of a reason to get her fucking shit together.
Humans have always been workers and we've had to work less over the years, but to get to the point where you can't even perform the basic task of turning your head is fucking ridiculous. As for her being close to sizing out of Torrid, that alone would drive a sane person into a deep depression where they would be forced to confront their weight issues, but not fat ass here. She's delusional enough to think she'll stick to a routine long enough to lose a significant amount of weight. News flash, refusing to buy a 6X and forcing yourself into a 5X, doesn't mean you're NOT a 6X.
Anyway, I've rambled enough since I'm catching up. Happy Halloween, Kiwis and Kiwettes!

