And now a little something for the large-sized minority

There was something about an Obese People's Club in the papers today. Wooh. Jackpot. People to bitch with and feel empathy towards. A place where we can all drag our sorry obese asses and pep talk the fuck out of each other and go out shining radiantly, ready to take on the world. Bring it on baby, cause I have my triple chin up. Haiiii-aah! Dare to call us victims, just dare babeh.
Hmmph. Support groups remind me of Fight Club. I have my reservations. But, it's not half bad is it? You might just find a fellow fuckbuddy in there (Fuckbuddy...isn't that the most wunnderful word?). So you'll fuck your fuckbuddy and then talk at length, in your XXL underwear, about the things you were subject to in school, college, work and *sigh* society, your chin quivering a little over a cup of sugar free decaf and unsalted crackers. Then you could both pop into the tub, and rediscover Archimedes' principles about buoyancy and shit like that, and decide on which therapy you should undergo today - squash or swimming? Swimming, because you exercise more and feel it less, and also because you're proud of your body these days, thanks to all the sessions you've had at the fatclub, and lets not forget...all-that-sex. Whew. Just thinking about it makes you burn up calories.
Yeah, it may just be a blast for all you know.
So where do I sign? And how much? I'm tired of being the one with the "nice personality". ;)