You laugh and call me fat even though I am just a big man, but you call me when you need to move a piece of furniture or appliance. Young scrawny kids giggling at me not knowing I'd swat them like a fly. Hell when I was 18 I was a buff monster, but I don't have the time to work out like I use to. I work so it keeps me in shape. I can push a 3 ton set of trucks up a railroad track at work a good quarter mile without getting winded, could go more if needed, and these little skinny punks working for me can't get the damn thing rolling.
Why don't you make yourself useful, eat a big mac and lend a man a ahand instead of being a bystander.