INCAPACITATING SWEATINESS
A true chubaroo can’t enter a pub, or any occupied room for that matter, without streams of sweat cascading from his brow. The fat man spends summer days purging his stinging sockets with fruitless backhanded scoops.
Tactically combating perspiration becomes a part of life.
‘Pon the dancefloor, the fat man seeps. Before I had even discovered the mystical joys of the disco biscuit, I was dragged off my local cheese floor by a couple of burly doorman ,who were convinced that I was gurned out of my tree by my frantic rug-cutting and the unrivaled perspiration it yielded.
If you do manage to entice a chubby-chaser back to your crumb-dungeon, then the uncontrollable coital drip can be a slight off put. Far beyond the acceptable levels of passion moisture, it pools in your playmate’s belly button.
I once got called a ‘fat cunt’ mid-bone, which instigated a thankful moment’s perturbed pause to recuperate my breath.
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