FAKES,

    FRAUDS,

           And

                FOOLS

Fakes, Frauds and Fools

Fat People, Weak Defenses

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This entry was posted on 12/27/2006 5:47 PM and is filed under Product, Entertainment, Humor.

I’ve got to tell you that I could hardly wait for the new television season to start.  I am a huge reality show fan (I watch them all!). The other night, I watched the premier of Biggest Loser.  If you detect a slight solemn note to that, you are very perceptive.  Don’t get me wrong, I love the show, but it is the one show that always provokes conversation at my house (or maybe I should say, confrontation).  Last night, was no exception.  The conversation went something like this:

 

Me:  Oh wow, there are 50 of them!

Son:  That’s gonna suck…there’s no way we’ll get to know them personally.  I don’t believe they’ll do it that way. Damn…what’s with dude’s hair?

Caroline announces that there will only be 14 at the ranch.

Me and my Son:  Ahhhh.

Husband:  Man, they have some fat ones this time!

Me:  I can’t hear the TV.

Everyone gets quiet while we watch the fireman cry.

Son:  Jesus, it’s only the first day!

Me:   Battling fat is a very emotional thing

Husband:  I’d cry too if I looked like that.

Me:  I don’t think that’s funny.

Husband:  That’s because you’re fat. 

Son: chuckles.

Me:  Since I was a kid.

Husband:  So, what’s your point?  All it takes is eating less and exercising more.

Me:  Well, it’s not just about that…it’s been proven that there are some genetic issues involved. Look at my mom and dad.

Son:  Oh please, you’re saying that you can’t help that you are overweight?

Me:  Shut up!  Yes, that’s what I’m saying.

Husband:  I don’t have any problems with weight because I eat reasonable and I walk three miles a day.

Me:  Shut up, Richard Simmons!  I can’t hear the TV.

Son:  My question is…why do they make them dress in the smallest spandex outfit they could squeeze into?

Commercial comes on…..

Me:  So, you don’t believe me?  You don’t believe there is a genetic link?  Well, I think I’ll just have some ice cream!  Want some?

Son: Why yes!

Husband:  Mint chocolate chip.

Me: (as I go to get the ice cream) Oh yea, I forgot to tell you, I signed us up for Wife Swap.

 

 

 

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