Wild Weekend Shananigans Those Damned Fat Bitches

Yes fellow Bloggers it IS that time again. Barbie's time to shine. Sometimes life is so fast-paced that one gets lost in the tornado twists and twirls. My posts never seem to come with normal stories. I guess that's what makes me the bubblegum princess.

But enough with the boring intro as I'm sure what really attracts you here is that beefy middle section story. My weekend has been nothing short of insane.

Of course I must thank my gorgeous ladies/heterosexual life partners for the continued excitement and posting material. And I can not forget to mention my good friend alcohol who keeps me constantly on my toes.

Being a lightweight in the world of drinking has it's perks. I don't spend as much money to get a little "intoxicated" and by this I mean rip-roaring drunk. And alcohol tends to flip my personality from a moderately shy submissive woman to an extremely outgoing dominating hellcat. With this being said when I choose to drink very interesting things happen.

This plastic princess is very impressed by a certain Murphey's. Not only were my beers cheap, but the music and general atmosphere was awesome. My ladies and I were lucky enough to get a table, even though the bar turned into a shoulder to shoulder endeavor. I had promised a blog dedicated to my thoughts from Murphey's. The disclaimer to what you are about to read is simply this, if you can't handle the truth... click the red X and save the tears... This means you fatties!!!


Ok so here goes. In my highly intoxicated state I decided to comment on some of the outfits women were wearing at the bar. A direct quote from the night was "I may be a bitch, but at least I'm honest." Deep inside me I have this real disgust for fat people. Maybe because I have always been athletic and always been thin. Keeping ones body in shape is by no means easy. There are certain sacrifices that have to happen. Fat people also piss me off. They want me to feel sorry for them because they aren't attractive enough to get dates. Frankly I just want to say "FUCK OFF" to those people. Being fat for the most part is not genetic, granted there are always a few cases (and to these people I don't mean you). No this blog is condemning those people that go out and eat ice cream and candy and fast food everyday and then sit on their asses watching TV or on the internet. No wonder you are getting fat you lazy bums. Life is about moderation. Eating like a pig and sitting on your ass doesn't cut it. Oh and then these "fat, lazy people" come to bars to try and be social. Not only do they drink shitloads of beer increasing their rolls and pooches, but they wear the tightest skankalicious clothing known to mankind. Case in point there was a girl that I saw in which I turned to my ladies and said. "Look at that girl she looks like a fat mermaid you should stop eating so much fish you hoe." I don't feel the need to sugarcoat anything to anyone. That girl should have been on a treadmill not in a social place forcing people to look at her lard. Can we say vomit forms in mouth.
Another example I can come up with is people at the beach. The dreaded swimsuit season. Some people should never be allowed in speedos or bikinis. We don't want to see this access skin. Some of these people are so fat I have no idea how they could even have sex. If I ever reach a time in my life where I got to be this extreme I'd kick my own ass. Someday I might dedicated a full blog to the fat and lazy, but the weekend has more to it then worrying about those that won't get laid.

Murphey's despite the ugly fat people was a good time. We did drunkenly create a sex chug. For every beer I decided to chug everyone at our table chanted sex...SEx....SEX louder and louder. It was hot. I did meet a dashing man. He was quite the southern gentleman. I will keep Blogland posted as to what happens with him.

As this blog was promised I hope it was enjoyed as always.

"You stay classy San Diego" -Anchorman