Wednesday, February 13, 2008

Lowest Common Denominator

Spent an hour in the waiting room of my favorite "pain management" clinic the other day. I had my cell/camera phone, and had to show you something I noticed. Im not going to point out the obvious, just look at the pic's.




Apparently, being fat hurts. I want to add that each one of these specimins who either rolled in on their own power or were pushed in by a feeder, cryed at some point in the waiting room. It was the strangest thing. The 400 pounder in the first shot (with butterfly bag) waited until the room was silent, and then wimpered for a good three minutes.



The one in the stripped shirt (with 22 inch "cankles") went for a good minute or so.



The one in the black suit-thing argued with her insurance company (Blue Cross/Blue plate) and then did a sort of cursing-cry-out loud bit.


This was the first one's feeder, going after a ringing cell phone in her butterfly bag. I swear to God Almighty that the ring tone was "Devil went down to Georgia". You can't make this shit up.




I have been told from my Doctor that I would have less back pain if I lost weight. The thought of dieting makes me want to stand in his waiting room and have a good cry.

5 comments:

Anonymous said...

it doesn't really have to do with this blog, but i thought that you might be able to relate to this article.

http://www.aspentimes.com/article/2008198091324

your thought?

bdp

C.L. Carter said...

I will have to read this with my "whole head" later. It looks like someone wrote it about ME! LOL

Anonymous said...

I can solve all of thier problems. Its called the Boswell diet. You come to my office (garage) give me 250 bucks. I then lay you down on this table with extra heavy duty legs to support the mass. They lay face down and put thier face through this padded hole, like a massage table hole but large in cicumfrance. I then put on a Kenny G cd and as chubby relaxes into this position and gets cozy BAM!!!! I knock the shit out of thier jaw with a 4 pound maul hammer breaking thier jaw into baout a dozen pieces. The shock knocks them out instantly. I then wrap thier broken jaw in an ice pack and have an ambulance come take them to the emergency room where they have thier jaw sewn shut for 6 months. Liquid diet. No more crying in the waiting room fucking with my constitution. WERD

C.L. Carter said...

Thats a great idea Casey. Mine always included a vietnam style "hot-box" and a few cases of raw cabbage. What kills me about the REALLY big'uns is the way that when they get too big to function, they always have a "feeder" that shows up daily to fry the seventeen chickens it takes to hold them till dinner. Every few years, Oprah unearths one of the 1500 pounders, who has been in bed for five years. They immediatly haul out that caring soul who "cared" for them during the whole ordeal. That caring person is the absolute reason they are 1500 pounds. If you cant fit in the kitchen, you cant eat.

C.L. Carter said...

Thats a great idea Casey. Mine always included a vietnam style "hot-box" and a few cases of raw cabbage. What kills me about the REALLY big'uns is the way that when they get too big to function, they always have a "feeder" that shows up daily to fry the seventeen chickens it takes to hold them till dinner. Every few years, Oprah unearths one of the 1500 pounders, who has been in bed for five years. They immediatly haul out that caring soul who "cared" for them during the whole ordeal. That caring person is the absolute reason they are 1500 pounds. If you cant fit in the kitchen, you cant eat.