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Lamont and Ray wrote:

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Not all fatties are slobs... and not all slobs are fatties. In fact, even though I'm half the fatty I used to be, I'm no toothpick. But, I am the most obsessive cleaner and organizer to a point. It's a long, complicated look into ADD/WO and OCD. But I can tell you that the biggest slob I ever met is my "free-spirited" uncle who is tall and skinny and looks ever the professional when he wants to. In reality, he's drug addict who likes to "camp" a lot and doesn't understand the concept of a garbage can. When he does come home, my grandmother pretty much chases after him with rubber gloves and a "grabber" -- she said she's given up trying to change him, but said that next time he comes home she's charging him for maid service.

Anyway, this discussion reminded me of this picture I saw on a blog of a guy in my profession. I'm not sure where he got it from, though.

I'm guessing that this slob is probably a fatty, and if he isn't, he should be:

I'm more concerned with the weak pelvic floor muscles causing incontinence. Wonder if any of the fatties here have experienced that. Well, at the risk of embarrassing myself any more (as if!), I can answer yes to that... but I can tell you that my weight has nothing to do with it. I had a series of bad kidney and bladder infections as an infant and toddler, and had some extremely unfortunate events when I was in elementary school. When I was 8, I went through 3 surgeries and I knew what kegal exercises were long before I think my mom wanted me to. As I got older, obviously, I learned how to handle the weaker muscles and I just got use to the fact that I couldn't "hold it" like most everyone else could and I have to go to the bathroom more often because my pelvic muscles can't handle the pressure of a really full bladder.

At this point, I just make sure to pee whenever I have the opportunity. I know all the good public restrooms (and the bad) and I'm fine. It's not fun, but I'm used to it. When I weighed more, I never noticed a difference than I do now.

Oh Christ, you ponderous, wordy fuck NO ONE cares about! It's called a self editing button, use it when the urge to bloviate strikes.

OR DANCE!