I Don't Use...Evidence

Food is the ultimate male privilege. When you walk down the street--OK, who am I kidding? When you DRIVE down the street in your SUV--look at the men and women you pass. In their cars. Because nobody drives anymore. Fat assholes.

You'll see that many, many a chubby man is moving about town, while the women are either unnaturally thin or clearly self-conscious.

Watch TV. That guy from The King of Queens? Aside from being not funny, he's also a fat pig. But his character is married to a VERY hot woman. Nobody is telling that fat fuck to stop eating or to take Relacor for "stubborn belly fat."

Go to a restaurant. Men will be eating steak, not salad. They will not have dessert, but they WILL have three beers (110 calories each, dickhead). And, what's more, men will urge the women they're with to get dessert, never once giving a thought to the fact that women are perpetually ON A DIET and can't eat that shit--because two more pounds and you might leave her. You fucking fat slob.

Look around and notice all the sad women and all the gutty, smug men. Then, shoot yourself. Better yet, shoot two or three of them, then do yourself.

Fatty.