Party full of fat girls? Excellent.

Ladies and gentlemen, I want to play a game. A challenge to test your immoral character and essentially the coup de fuck to your immortal soul. A few weeks ago my comrades and I attended an “Atlantis” party, to which we were promised mermaid babes that alternated playing sand volleyball and hot tubbing. The sand volleyball court was coated with glass and drenched with beer, the hot tub was a basin filled with lukewarm water, and said mermaid babes were girls who had a BMI of no less than 48, or as we classify them in the medical world, “Fuck.” The only thing keeping us there was the promise of free beer and plenty of poor broads to laugh at. And laugh we did, until we started to get nauseous from the girls and tired of the beer. And then the idea was born.

The challenge is to find a fatty, get a picture, and bolt. The rules of the game are simple.

1. You can employ any strategy (although it shouldn’t require much) to obtain a picture.

2. She must be aware of the picture being taken, it must be of you and her, not her with you in the background being a dickhead.

3. Flash a symbol letting everyone in the world know that the picture is purely for comedic purposes.

I have standards for girls to talk to. I also have standards for girls who deserve to be made fun of.

I’m the one on the far left with the giant thumbs up and fag face.

Soiya