





She cracked our toilet this weekend and clogged it so badly we had to call a plumber. I’ve got the Olympics on in the background watching the most fit, disciplined, elite, athletic women on earth performing while I see the plumbing trying to snake the pipes as my absolutely obese girlfriend is sitting on the creaking couch eating breakfast burritos while she snorts and burps in clothes that don’t remotely fit her. What a contrast. You make your choice in this world when you decide to feed a glutton. They won’t stop. You help create the monster and then you have to keep it satiated, which is nearly impossible. And eventually they weigh every single thing down. She’s starting to break the floor, the furniture, the toilet, the bed, the fridge never stays empty. She may eat me out of house and home eventually.