Obesity is a disease

So if you’re a fat cunt, with rolls of excess flesh flopping about.
If Primark leggings simply aren’t big enough, but you force yourself into them anyway, to the disgust of normal size people.
If you haven’t seen your genitals for years, and fuck knows what your arse looks like after a shite ( no, don’t show me, please ) it’s all ok, because obesity is a disease.

No doubt you’ll be getting some kind of benefit, and probably a car. How fucking marvellous.

Why the fuck are we encouraging these grotesque land whales?

World Obesity

Nominated by Jeezum Priest.

A second helping provided by : Balsamic Dave

A righteous cunting, wholeheartedly seconded by me.

May I also offer Ricky Gervais’s absolutely razor sharp commentary on this exact subject: YouTube.

22 thoughts on “Obesity is a disease

  1. yes it’s not your fault your a big sweaty dungheap,
    your absolved of personal responsibility because you’re a victim of disease
    cake autism
    deliveroo disorder

    No point trying to do anything about it,
    it’s not your fault.
    just put on your nosebag full of Macclesfield D’sand get on the mobility scooter.

  2. If it were a disease then you would be able to catch it.

    Despite the millions of fat bastards that turn up on holiday here each year, I have managed not to become infected.

    Mrs Cunter has two fat friends.

    One of them feels the need to eat a full lunch every day and follow that up with a huge diner.

    Fat people always seek out the restaurants that serve the biggest portions, and she is the same.

    Apparently she is on the fat jabs.
    The lazy bitch things that she can eat as much as she wants and the injections will take care of it.

    Her other friend spends her time on cruises.
    All you can eat in the many restaurants on board which she admits to overusing.

    On her return home she books herself into a clinic in Madrid and has yet another surgery and tummy tuck.

    She has been there more than a dozen times.
    Alledgedly her gut looks like a road map of scars and her enormous, saggy tits hang down to her waist.

    These two have got the disease really bad.

  3. Macclesfield D’sand? Fucking hell Mis, it looks like it must be using AI. Post the details of make and model and maybe someone can advise you on how to tame the brute.

    • Morning Arfur.
      I’ve got that predictive text turned on.

      I have customers booking in and take deposits,
      so I have to send them my bank details,
      predictive text helps with that.

      Although it’s crackers ,
      more unpredictable text.

      • Understood Mis. I guess you’ll have to live with it, certainly don’t risk losing business. Ignore my advice, sensible people do.

  4. King-in-waiting Andy has told Clammy, Heidi Hi and the Flabapotamus that if they want a job in his Government they’ll have to lose weight.

    Honestly, as if they didn’t have enough on their plates already.

  5. We could always deport every takeaway delivery driver, then the fatso’s would have to walk to the chip shop..

    Labour is the party of the gut-lords. Look at Rodney, peaceful spunk must be fattening..
    Still he will lose the weight, when the aids kicks in.

  6. In the nineties I often worked early shifts at the airport where along with half the staff we started at 6am. The race was on to get everything ready for 7am when the departures started. At 7am the panic eased and half the staff could take a break and go to breakfast in the subsidised canteen. I regularly saw people having meals which caused me to think I wouldn’t have eaten again that day. I noticed early on that the lads who were baggage handlers and were always working hard because a plane that missed it’s slot was a financial disaster, commonly ate this way but none were obese. Back office staff who emulated them only required to put on a few more pounds and they would have neede moving around on a sack truck.

  7. There may be some who do have an issue other than pies, but the vast majority are, to use the medical term, fat bastards.

    The cure for most is a simple, Oi Lard Ass stop filling your fucking cake hole.

    If you want to be sympathetic, Oi Lard Ass stop filling your fucking cake hole or you will die.

  8. Years ago, fat wimminz used the excuse that they were ‘big boned’.
    Haven’t heard that one for a long time.
    Nowadays it’s a litany of various reasons that excuse the individual from any personal responsibility to help themselves – childbirth, hormones, genes, stress, depression, anxiety.
    And the latest affliction that has a seemingly endless list of symptoms, the menopause.
    All of which, no doubt, will soon be classed as diseases in their own right.
    Strangely enough though. If you are an overweight bloke, most wimminz will class you as simply a fat cunt.
    Work that one out.

  9. I like the term morbid obesity. They’re not satisfied with being fat, but have to be morbid with it. I’ve yet to see an over weight cunt with white flowing hair like mine at the over eights club, or any hair for that matter. There should be notices on doors and spaces for fat cunts only, similar to when black cunts only spaces were annoying stopped. Anyway they can’t stop me thinking what’s in my own mind as I go on my merry way. The authorities will find a way one day, but that’s a long way away from now.at the moment I’m enjoying myself.

  10. I kind of understand it.
    I’ve a big appetite.
    born hungry.

    But you have to have self discipline.

    steak and chips
    fish n chips
    pie and mash
    cream cakes
    I like all of them,
    and as you get older you’re metabolism slows down,
    it’s harder to burn it off.

    most days it’s porridge for breakfast.
    egg sandwich for dinner
    and baked potato, thin cut sizzle steak and salad for tea.

    salad, a necessary evil.🫩
    boring as fuck but it’s not bad for you.
    apart from making you sad.

    But for some the only way they’ll lose weight is having a leg amputated due to diabetes.

  11. Just picture David Lammy and Diane Abbott holidaying together at the Nudist Camp. Their flabby folds of flesh applauding each other.

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