When I read this, the first thing that occurred to me was, "Well, now I'll see who my real friends are. Anybody who stays my friend after this is really my true friend." I mean, would I have the courage to stick with someone who could give me the 21st century equivalent of leprosy? If I had known that the way to be comparatively slender was to avoid fat people, would I have been friends with some of the people I know and love? Hell, would I even hang out with myself, had I only known?
Which led to fantasies of masses of fatties, walking the highways with bells to warn the thin that they should not approach. Having to beg because no one would allow us to get close enough to the thin people to work.
But, Shark-fu, at Angry Black Bitch had an entirely different take on it. In Upon Discovery of Skinny Ass Robustus, she states
Well, that changes everything about my approach to the size of my ass. Out with the “sometimes foods” and in with manipulating frightfully thin people into friendship so this bitch can catch a good case of Skinny Ass Robustus!
***Happy, happy, happy…and joy times three!
Okay, so I need to locate frightfully thin people for my party. But wait! Some of my friends are frightfully thin. If thin is a virus…and you catch it from friends who are infected with thin…then why the hell is a bitch not frightfully thin?
Oh, I get it. I must not have been properly exposed to Skinny Ass Robustus!
Mayhap I should throw a Skinny Ass Robustus party the way parents throw a Chicken Pox party?