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Oblivious
- I hate these brain dead, mouth breathing simpletons
- Who somehow manage to survive despite having the cognitive
- Ability of a concussed goldfish, intelligence is something these retards don’t have
- Staring blankly at a cash register like it’s an ancient alien artifact
- They ask the dumbest possible questions and then look shocked when
- When reality slaps them in the face, they repeat nonsense
- They saw on social media like it’s gospel facts
- All while being completely oblivious to the truth, which is that
- They’re an embarrassment to evolution
- If common sense were a currency, these morons would be flat broke
- A cardboard box under a bridge would be their home
- While they try to figure out how to tie their own shoelaces
- And then there are the spineless, ambitionless slugs, I hate them
- They contribute absolutely nothing to society while whining
- About how life is so hard, these parasites think they have the rights to
- The whole world while doing the bare minimum
- Expecting success to fall into their laps and be gifted to them
- From the universe, they mope around and complain
- About their bad luck, when the only bad luck their lives contain
- Is being born with the work ethic of a door
- They refuse to put in the effort but demand all the rewards
- Making excuses instead of taking action
- These human sloths are the reason society has to
- Constantly pick up the slack, and frankly
- If they disappeared into a void of their own mediocrity
- The world would be better off, and let’s talk about the slobs that
- Think personal responsibility is an optional concept
- These self inflicted blimps waddle around blaming genetics
- Fast food, and the universe itself, when in reality they eat three breakfasts
- They expect the rest of the world to accommodate their poor choices
- Bigger seats, special privileges, it’s so annoying
- They keep inhaling calories like black holes
- Meanwhile, the rest of us have to pretend it’s body positivity goals
- Instead of what it really is, a complete and utter refusal
- To take care of oneself, it’s not about looks, it’s about being too big
- Grab your sides and pinch them, shake your fat
- Poke your stomach and sides, I’m surprised you can sit in my lap
- Pat your stomach, grab the underside of your belly down low
- Then pinch it again, this time squeezing and not letting go
- Grab your sides and squeeze them, pat your jiggly fatty back
- Hands go to your belly again and shake it hard and fast
- You’re so weak, you can barely move
- Grab a fold of belly fat on your sides, pull it, and pinch it too
- God you’re pathetic, shake it again, pinch it and smack it
- Grab it and squeeze it hard, jiggle it, grab your flabby flappy
- Arm and turn it around, inspecting it, pull on it again
- You’re like a slab of fat with muscles, that’s it
- Grab your fat flab on the inside of your stomach
- What is this, it’s so fat and flubby
- Pinch it again and shake it, wow look at you jiggle
- You should be ashamed of yourself, grab your back fat and shake it
- Shove your belly over the band of your pants, you’re overhanging
- Pinch your roll of back fat, do you even feel your back fat, fatty
- Grab it and shake it again, do you feel it flapping
- Around when you walk, grab a handful of it and pinches it hard
- I hate this flab on you, grab your stomach again, oh my god
- Why the hell do you even let yourself gain so much weight
- Shake your stomach and pinch your love handle again, I blame
- You for letting yourself get this fat, grab more of your fat and jiggle it
- Grab your arm and inspect your fat flabby arms and squeeze your limbs
- Poke your sides and belly making it jiggle, look at you jiggling
- Grab your rolls again, you’ve got so much fat it’s so embarrassing
- Grab your wrists and hold them tightly
- Stand up and grab your love handles again violently
- Can you even stand properly, pinch your chin and sides of your face
- Your face is getting fatter too, just like every other place
- Are you going to cry, it’s not my fault you’re a fatty
- Hold your head back by your hair and continue to hold your love handles
- This fat is so disgusting, you’ve let yourself go so much
- Continue grabbing you by the back and shake it and pull it up
- Look at you jiggle around, sit in front of you and grab your legs by
- The thighs and squeeze the fat, all this fat in just your thighs
- It’s like a shelf, continue to grab your back fat
- This back fat is so disgusting, you let yourself go so bad
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