At 7/9/14 11:36 PM, Tremulos wrote:
how long could this dream realistically last before all the fatties get thin from riding bicycles so much
think this shit though goddamnit
I already have. You see, the fat can't resist taco trucks, especially when they're hungry. And nothing is hungrier than a fat person on a bicycle. So my plan is to get a fleet of fatties flapping feet to eat sweet tacos on the street. Then I'm going to buy a lot of stock in food truck companies and watch the money roll in.
At 7/9/14 11:45 PM, Shauna wrote:
At 7/9/14 11:33 PM, FUNKbrs wrote:
I already bike to work, illiterate much?
You drive a oil guzzling van to work.
Read what you write.
I said I managed to commute by bike two days last week and one day this week. I work five days a week. 5-2=3, which is the number of days I drive my Freedom Van a week.
At 7/9/14 11:47 PM, Shauna wrote:
At 7/9/14 11:44 PM, WahyahRanger wrote:
Right. Well you kind of sound like the type of person who would laugh at a fat guy running, trying to change, and make him give up.
No, I wouldn't. I encourage people every day to do so. I help people with their transformations to my lifestyle and help them to their best in fitness.
Yes, yes you would. I've done nothing but encourage fat people to ride bicycles, like a river of greasy fat flopping seals going down the bike lane, and you've done nothing but claim that cycling and morbid obesity are mutually exclusive. Obviously, the morbidly obese who bicycle can get to the cookie isle in the supermarket faster than their non cycling kin, making your opinion factually incorrect.
Being fit and healthy is 90 percent diet and 10 percent exercise. I happen to only go a few hours a week and stay very lean and fit. You don't have to overdo it to be fit as long as you're not eating fucking Taco Bell like FUNK is.
See what you're doing here? All of a sudden there's this barrier to entry based on what you eat. Earlier in this thread you were claiming your shit didn't stink as much as other people's. I'm not quoting you here, but holy fuck are you making cyclists look like pompous diphits.
Watch a World's Strongest Man's competition. These are elite athletes, but also, generally jelly bellies full of shakes, wattles and rolls. There is no doubt in my mind these men eat handfuls of raw steak just as the ancient thunder gods intended.
How can you not understand that my wobble meat makes me more a person than you by weight? Weighing twice as much as you, I am clearly twice the person you are. The laws of science attribute me more mass, making me scientifically superior to you. Therefore I obviously deserve more moral considerability than you do as well.
Furthermore, my ultimate goal of a swirling mass of quiverflesh covered corpulence frank cranking like hundreds of sausage grinders down the street in search a of a grocery store with a sale on pork rinds and boiled custard is much more impressive than your vision of fainting lilly lightweight birdbone skeletons starving themselves to cut weight because they are too lazy to crank steel like red blooded foreign buffet frequenting red white and blue eyed americans with freedom wringing from every pore in briny perspiration like the screams of a thousand ice cream eating bald eagles.
