So...I was walking down the street with my girlfriend the other day. We pass by the valet of a nice hotel in downtown as a car drives up and opens the door to let the valets do their job. Out of the corner of my eye, I see the real-world incarnate of Jaba the Hut sitting in the drivers seat. Jeez, one thing that always perplexed me about fat people is how they get so damn big in the first place. At some point, you have to realize that you're wider than you are tall - and then you STOP EATING SO DAMN MUCH. How can you claim obesity as a disability when you put the fricken food in your own mouth? It's like me saying procrastination is a disability because I'm too lazy to move. Anyway, I digress.
This lady was so big that the seat was essentially pushed all the way back and her belly was touching the lower portion of the steering wheel. Keep in mind, this lady wasn't driving a well-equipped Chevy Aveo or any sort of car...Jaba here was driving a full size SUV. And she still barely fit in the front seat. Heck, I don't think she could even sit up straight because her gut got in the way. As we continue to walk, I think to myself, "Wow, that lady is fat." Then my girlfriend (bless her soul) blurts out, "Damn, that's a huge bitch."
...and this is why she is my girlfriend.
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