Think about how fat you must be if even a woman who’s fat herself is making fun of you. I mean, I know better than most skinny people how sensitive the subject of weight can be, and I don’t make a habit of throwing bricks when I live in a glass house myself. Usually I just avoid the subject altogether. But not with you. No, I love standing here, with my chubby belly and flabby arms and slight turkey wattle and all, and making fun of you for being such a sloppy, clumsy, unrepentant fat-ass. So just think: What does that say about you? Nothing good, that’s for sure.