All I wanna say is this…..

Guys… grow some balls!

You like fat girls. You’ve got a fat girlfriend, or a fat wife now act like you are proud and quite trying to hide it.

If you are with a fat girl then you obviously love being with a fat girl so why do you have to act like you don’t if you accidentally get caught in public by one of your friends from work?

I was reading on a fat related bulletin board about how this person saw a friend of his from college at a public place. The guy was with a fat girl. You could tell they were a happy and loving couple. That is until the guy noticed his old college friend. The friend tried to get the guy’s attention but the guy kept acting like he didn’t see him. The friend could also tell that the guy then kept his distance from the fat girl and tried to act like he wasn’t with her.

If you don’t want to be seen in public with a fat girl than don’t date one. Since when did it matter what other people think? Guys…… if a friend of yours has something to say about the fat girl you are dating or married to, instead of trying to change the subject or act like you don’t have a fat girl in your life… why not grow some big ass balls and them that fat is where it’s at. Who cares what they think. Chances are these guys are single with no life and no chance of ever finding true love. I would feel sorry for them.

Ok guys… please tell me some of you have the balls to admit you are fat girl lovers.

This is funny as hell as entirely true!
I picked this up off of Myspace so I can not take credit, but enjoy the good read as one woman writes a letter to the Kotex company.

Dear Kotex:

I recently noticed that the peel-off strip of my pantiliner had a bunch of “Kotex Tips for Life” on it. Annoying advice such as:

Staying active during your period can relieve cramps. Avoiding caffeine may help reduce cramps and headaches.
Drink 6-8 glasses of water a day to keep you hydrated and feeling fresh. Try Kotex blah blah blah other products.

Obviously the individual behind this was someone who has never possessed a functioning set of ovaries. Go ahead and tell a menstruating woman that drinking 6-8 glasses of water will help keep her feeling fresh.
Like we need more fluid inside our bloated bodies from hell…but go ahead…I triple-dog-friggen-dare-ya…See what happens and report back. I’ll wait.

While you’re at it, dump out the coffee at work and remove the chocolate from the vending machine. I garan-friggen-tee that the first responders will be females who just ovulated.

Staying active will relieve headaches & cramps…well guess what, the only activities that interests me is eating..sleeping..bitching or crying for no apparent reason.. .and oh…does ripping someone’s head off
count as a friggen’ activity?????

Look, females don’t need or want tips for living on their feminine hygiene products. Younger girls are already hearing “helpful” crap like that from elderly relatives. Veteran females have already concocted their
own recipes for survival, many containing alcohol & barbituates.

Printing out crap advice while sneaking in ads for the brand that was already purchased is just plain annoying, not to mention rude, and is enough to send a girl running to the Always brand.

It’s not a fun time, but DO NOT try to cheer us up by adding smiley faces or bunnies or flowery cutesy crap to your products or the packaging. Put the crap in a plain brown wrapper so we can throw it in our carts
discreetly and have it blend in among the wine and beer.

There is nothing more annoying than having a blinding pink package announcing your uterine state to everyone in the store. Why don’t ya just add an in-store microphone to the damn package & announce that…helloooo,
another female in the store is on the rag!!!!!

So take your tips for living and your cute bunnies & the smiley faces and shove them right up your ass.

PS How about adding a free sample of Pamprin & maybe a shot of Bourbon to your packages instead!!!

I know you want to hear about the best DESSERTS in San Diego, possibly the entire planet (read previous post) but something was brought to my attention that I can’t possibly believe.

Me and my friend were talking and somehow the subject came up. Only gay guys have fat girls as friends.

hmmmmm

I said to her, no way that’s a bunch of crap and she said, have you ever seen a straight guy with a fat girl as a friend. I thought back to my high school and college days. I don’t remember any of the football players having fat friends that were girls. hmmmmm I DO remember that some of my gay friends from college always hung around girls, some were fat, I know I was.

But my remembering the good old days didn’t really mean anything.

So, I put this to you, my readers.

Is it true? Is it only gay guys that have fat girls as friends?

Then I wanna know, what’s up guys? What’s wrong with you? What’s wrong with us fat girls that you can’t talk to us or have us as friends?

Someone please give me some answers!!!! I need to get to the bottom of this.

From time to time my boyfriend and I take little getaways, you know to stoke the fire in our relationship, it is also a nice way to reward ourselves for all the hard work we do. Last week we went to beautiful San Diego with a quick jump over the border to Tijuana.

Did we go to the beach, you know it! And it was great. The sparkling sunny day made for the perfect environment for people watching. There were all kinds of people of all sizes, shapes and colors, all just having a great time enjoying the day. Being a big girl sometimes I get the feeling I’m being watched or that people don’t want me around. But on this day the only thing people were worried about was the water temperature and SPF of their tanning lotion. I could have spent the whole day at the beach just chilling and soaking up the positive vibe, I even got a few winks my way while walking along the boardwalk.

Soon though we started to get hungry and although there were a few nice spots to get a burger or maybe a slice of pizza we opted to wait and have a nice dinner. Having heard about a cool area not far from downtown known as little Italy we thought we might find a nice place there to have an early dinner, and we did. This quiet tree lined street in clearly an upscale neighborhood looked like it could have been any coastal city in Italy, with old men sitting in front of small shops and iron chairs sat out on every corner. Young couples slowly strolling back and forth and patrons eating in the restaurants patio dinning areas along the street. I was beginning to get tired but was determined to keep up with my boyfriend as we looked for a place to eat.

We decided to try what looked like a small, quite place from the outside but as we walked in it was clear that this place was neither small nor quite. It seemed as though we had been popped across the Atlantic into real Italian deli. All of my senses perked up as we walked past isle after isle of imported can goods, wines, dried meats and cooking supplies. To our left was cooler filled with spiced meats, sausage and cheeses of all kinds. I peeked through the line of customers to see the fine tarts and sweets lined along the top of the cooler, it was amazing.

We made our way past the deli towards the back of the store to find a restaurant filled with people eating everything from fresh homemade pizza to spaghetti with huge meatballs. The cooks were in plain view as they prepared all sorts off zesty dishes, which made sense because I was looking straight into the kitchen. The aroma was almost too much for me. By this time I was so hungry and it all smelled so good I couldn’t wait to look at a menu. After being seated and looking over the menu I decide on the ravioli with a meatball. The food was great and made even better by the low key atmosphere and nice decor. After or meal I had to have dessert and I was going to go all out.

DESSERT was a whole other experience I’ll tell you about next time!