Another typical day in the BIg Apple, and as Foamy was flipping through the channels, he came across something that really pissed him off as he saw "America's Next Top Model" on the tube. It was bad enough when he had to see crap like this on every magazine stand there is, and now he has to put up with the shit at home. However, that's not what truly got to him.

"Ugh, this has been driving me nuts; I am so tired of this super model bullshit. I know I'm not the first one to say this, but it needs to be said again because these bitches are still being inept morons. Super Models are too fucking skinny!!! Seriously, have you seen most of these women?! Some of them looking toothpicks with a head, and to the point where even their T&A has become practically microscopic from the quote unquote 'training' that they feel they need to do in order to win. These women are actually willing to starve themselves, all just so they can become Ms. October or some other bullshit made up title. That's bad enough, but it also really irks me with what happens to those who don't win. More often then not, through the months of insane dieting and exercise that would make a pumped up on steroids cringe, they develop an eating disorder. So, in the process of trying to make themselves 'presentable' they actually run the risk of killing themselves. DOES ANYONE ELSE SEE WHY THIS NEEDS TO STOP?! And you know, they just become a blight on society when they become this way. Now I know a lot of you may be thinking 'they need our love and support in order to heal', I get where you are coming from, but at the same time, I'm getting burned out because I am so fucking tired of these women, who can actually see their own ribcages without an X-Ray, and still cry every time they look in the mirror, saying "Waaah, waaah, I'm so fat!" Get the hell over yourself. Stop subjecting yourself to what society deems as beautiful and just be happy with who you are. By the way ladies, you may be interested to know that Marilyn Monroe was actually a very full figured gal. Now, I personally don't even try to understand what humans find attractive, but I know what makes freaking sense. So to all the girls out there who may be considering modelling, understand what you are getting into and make sure you know what is important in life. And to all of you failed Ms. America contestants, either shut up or shovel so much cake in your soon to be fat face and so I can't here you whine. Leave me alone."

"Thin is not in, become a fat bastard, or you're gonna die." Foamy sang, but just as he finished, his 'owner' walked in. Germaine was many things; college student, poet, feminist, overweight and a whore. She started out gaining weight, not to mention shaving her head, in order to not be bound by the image of the desired woman that a male dominated society created. Not to mention, she really couldn’t help it since she loved to eat fifty gallons of ice cream in a week, not to mention six pizzas for one meal.

Now though, it had gotten to the point where she had grown to enjoy her fatty lifestyle more, to the point where using it to preach anything wasn’t as important as just enjoying being her. The downside though, as Foamy saw, was that had become an even bigger whore as her fat ass grew even more so, made evident by the three guys following her from behind.

These poor schumucks were no doubt either chubby chasers, turned on by her tiny leather top with the matching leather skirt and boots, or just drawn to the fact that her giant tits were splitting holes into her top because they were bigger than her head, or that her jiggly butt was slightly poking out of the bottom of her skirt. Or maybe they just appreciate the fact that she now had hair again, and this time it was blue.

No matter what the case, Foamy had to speak up “Oh come on! Three guys at once? People eat here, you know!”