The following is an email interchange on RSVP... A friend of mine with a severe dislike for obese chicks, got an email from a very large woman trying to hook-up... part of her email and his response follows... ********************** [from Jane to Mike] Oh by the way, I hope you dont mind fatties as I am a little overweight, but then, in saying that only a little. I weigh 120 kilos but yes I am very tall so I compensate well due to being so tall and gorgeous. I have been going to a wax salon lately to have my upper lip waxed and the odd hair removed from the moles I have on my face and neck. I am very happy with my body and self and know you will be too so please dont hesitate to call and lets get down to buisness and by that you sexy thing, I dont mean chatting, less chat and more action is my motto baby. Looking forward to having my wicked way with you as I know you cant wait kisses and licks to you baby mmmmmmmm call me call me call me call me ********************** [Mike's response to Jane] F*CK ME. DO YOU HAVE ISSUES OR WHAT!!!!!! Of course you are happy with your body, you poor excuse for a Goodyear Blimp. You can only see about 1/3 of it!!!! The problem with being 120kilo's is that I can't tell where your double chins end and your boobs start. So humour me. When was the last time you actually saw your f*cking toes??? You remember those? They're the funny little things that keep kicking your saggy baggy boobs. They say the white rhinocerous is the most fearsome animal. Compared to you it looks like a anorexic stick insect. The Statue of Liberty would get the f*ck out of your way!!! And thats bullsh!t about going to a wax salon, you bearded dragon, you. How the f*ck could you fit thru the door!! Either you get waxed on the street, which I am sure would cause a major traffic jam, or you would have to just come crashing thru their roof. i noticed you have no photo. Couldn't find a wide angle lens could we. Try a panoramic one. They can fit whole cities into those shots. possibly could squeeze you in, but I doubt it. If I were you I would have my arms, legs and head surgically removed. That way you could hire yourself out as a wrecking ball. If you want to impress me blubberguts, try fitting you fat arse into something less than a circus tent. Or better still, jump out in front of a bus. That way I can bet on the bus coming off worse and clean up. Speaking of mechanical things. I bet you wear a tractor tyre as a boob tube. I thought I found an empty carpark the other day. I drove in. Saw how slimey and crud caked it was. Did a u turn and drove out. Stop lying on the f*cking road!!!! Oh well I best go to bed now. Enjoy your 17 big mac's and 35 jelly donuts. Will happily give you my phone number. Cause with your fat fingers there's no way in hell you can dial my number. just mash the buttons with the palm of your hand you stupid fat f*ck. You never know your luck!!!
