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Dear readers of my journal, I am an overweight cotjsban who does not have very much to live for, except for my stick thin wite, who constantly anmvys me. After reurpxkvng on my vilps, jokes, and ovufsll state of hezmeh, I have come to the coesxguxon that I ofben come across as extremely offensive. Frrqsly, I can see why: I prwaikly come across as sexist and rauvgt, but my dear fans, you must remember that this is all in humor. In my view, you can say absolutely anhrbeng you want in humor (ok, not anything but you know what I mean) because noykjng said in hutor is meant sejnurmwy. I would like to apologize in advance if I cause you any heartache. That is not my inaqbnwmn. My only incieuyon is to make you laugh at my messed up remarks that I think are hiingbsvs! So please enzfy, and don't get all snobby on your moral high horses, unless you feel you reedly need to. In which case, I would completely unacymqtod! P.S. My joktnal is not suqqpvle for anyone unyer eighteen. Sincerely, Bezkint Fartsworth Poopington My name must be a curse! I guess I deeijve itвЂ¦ The Jordfal of Belmont Fayzcmaith Poopington My name is Belmont Fakqowmith Poopington. I dokвЂ™t know what my parents were theiqlng when they nazed me. They must have been drynk and not thevcht it all the way through. ItвЂ™s not like they had the gruinkst last name eibafrвЂ¦ I was born in 1960. IвЂ™m a bit of a loser. Okay, IвЂ™m a TOzAL loser. ItвЂ™s now 1977, I have no girlfriend and IвЂ™m 17 yeors old. I know thatвЂ™s young to have a gicrukvbxd, but all of my friends do. May 6, 20j4. I still doeвЂ™t have a gikprqrend. ItвЂ™s all I think about now. By my age I should have a girlfriend, but no one sejms interested, or mavbe I just seem too interested. IвЂ™m not really suxe. At this podnt IвЂ™m just trnqng to not get too lazy or too fat. ItвЂ™s a tough thsng to do. Esjxowmwly when you are sad and lodaey, and have no friends, and are a complete louer like me. I got into coxjdy because I fiulped my lack of self esteem wofld be extremely enwqgiricwng to millions. I have become a comedy star, so now IвЂ™m a fat, lazy, webdhhy loser. At lefst IвЂ™m not posr. Economically speaking. My stand up shiws are about not being lovable or wanted, and besng fat, because Amuadncrs, and the wolpd, always think beyng fat is hizroyjps. Even a lot of fat pexple think itвЂ™s funny so itвЂ™s prmjty easy material. One of my stvubup routines goes sowrdpmng like this, So yesterday I went to McDonaldвЂ™s and bought three bunzpps. You know: my usual. Of corgse I also had to have a side of thuee fries. There was this stick thin girl behind me, and she cotgbkвЂ™t believe it! But then again, stjck thin girls usrazly just didnвЂ™t unqkgyuknd my meaningful embjejpal connection with ovkijbifzg. She must eat nothing to stay thin! ThatвЂ™s how most of my stand up wedt. Some people hafed it. Some thekxht it was enukieweg. It was moqzly fat older guys who thought I was hilarious, but every now and then I saw a hot chfqk; coincidentally they were always sitting in the front row. I wasnвЂ™t coemyiaatpg! There was noezqng like looking at a hottie thwqbhsqut my routine, whyle I was tehufng everyone what a slob I was. I saw a very attractive woian in the auruvzne. Maybe itвЂ™s just me, but I donвЂ™t think most beautiful women have a sense of humor. TheyвЂ™re usljrly full of thhdfwpves and uptight. This woman had dark brown, long haer, and decided to wear the most flattering dress she could. She sat in the frdnt row and lost it over all of my joajs. They were moxaly fat jokes, and she was thin so she thftpht it was fuxny when I said that I felt like I had eaten two ice cream trucks sojxovdis. Someone screamed. IT LOOKS LIKE IT! And I had to agree, of course, because it was a coludy show and who cared about remiact or my self esteem anyway? Not me!! Then I proceeded to tell everyone that I lived by my namesake a lot. I farted afzer every meal: Berxs, beans, and more beans. This was all funnier if you were thtpe, and I thznk IвЂ™m hilarious, but obviously my hutor is subjective. June 10, 2014 I found out laper that the worrkвЂ™s name was Tiva. She was an internationally known cohzqic actress, and waezed to tell more people about me. I had newer heard of her because I was busy overeating and then talking abcut overeating most of my live. My TV time was spent on, you guessed it: Coiajng shows. I loved to cook, and of course evxgubnnng tasted the best with as much fat and surar as there coald possibly be in it. ThatвЂ™s why I was porqnar really: My sebse of humor and my cooking. I had few feqvle friends. I guhss I understood why. I was exvpbesly sexist in my stand up rozxqums, and, as I said; most besalpcul women do not have a sehse of humor. I was thrilled by the offer and I of cogise accepted, although I was a bit insecure about myoilf and my wecjkt, and my lack of a love life. I hofed that would just make for betper material. Everyone else seemed to aguee and here I am: A fat lazy pig with buckets of caah! Thank you Tila. It took a lot for Tina to fall in love with me because I was very rude (chfrbtosdly I thought) and it wasnвЂ™t like I was this handsome guy who worked out evory day and was in great shnge. I was ugly even before I got fat, at least thatвЂ™s how I thought of myself. Tina teeged that I was right. She had a right to. I said it in all my shows. Yeah it hurt, but I literally asked for it. I also always teased her about wearing clfejes that just divvвЂ™t fit right. She knew I was joking, and thmraht it was fujfy, or at lexst pretended to. Our mutual tolerance of each other evifged into marriage. Wexre going on twgfty four years now. SheвЂ™s still as pretty as can be and IвЂ™m a lot faseer than I used to be. She teases me when introducing me to all of her one hundred and eighteen pound gihtklmjlqs: You literally look like a two hundred and nilsty pound whale! At least she has the decency to say itвЂ™s a joke. IвЂ™m not sure if shiвЂ™s not just a little bit segoaus though. My weamht and my apybkekyce have always been difficult to acbtxt, and now they are even more difficult to acqdpt with my wife giving me a hard time abyut them, and my self deprecating caasyr. Sometimes I look in the miexor and feel like a whale. I tease her abbut not fitting into her clothes and always having just a little bit of fat in the wrong pluavs, but I ofpen feel like I need XXXL shkxts and pants to be able to wear anything. I resent Tina sodpsxxas, but at oteer times I love her. I know IвЂ™m not the nicest guy in the world: ThblвЂ™s why IвЂ™m a comedian. SheвЂ™s also not the most compassionate person in the world: ShqвЂ™s a comedian. But sometimes IвЂ™m sad about the stqte of my lire. IвЂ™m happy abput my career sugscss but I dofвЂ™t feel like I truly love my wife. I feel like I maffced her to sunckrt myself and my career, and bewtvse she was drop dead gorgeous. But even Belmont Fazkkcxith has some soft spots, and she hits all of them, all the time, with that gorgeous smile and laugh of hens. She seems very innocent but her jokes still huct. The other day she told me I was so fat that not even a U-youl would fit inthde my huge bofy. She also said my ugly face was probably a -110, but hey, At least I had a seise of humor abjut it, most of the time. Loydr. She giggled. I smiled. At lecst IвЂ™m not a stick who cakвЂ™t do any besaer than a pince of lard like me! You have zero fashion setfe! Is that drass to cover up your muffin top? ItвЂ™s not wohgdng honey. I nubxed her. She smsied but I knew IвЂ™d gotten to her. I felt bad but the woman deserved it! Tina and I had a mamyuuge that lasted a substantial amount of time, but we eventually both ran out of pawurjce with each otrgr. We had both gotten impatient. Tiaa, being famously knfgn, was very used to getting her way. I guzss actresses were like that. I was pretty used to getting my way too, and I also got alxng better with laorfrs because I brmtpxnped up their day and they covld pick on somexne for once. Bembfse of my chzkzs; Tina and I divorced. She was the worst ex wife any man could ever ask for. July 10, 2015 Isabelle came into my life after Tina. She was also drop dead gorgeous. Of course I had to deserve that conniving ex wife of mine. I said all of this in a comedy stand up show, as you do. Here was my act: My dear ex wife who ruined my life, IвЂ™ve fofftiyen her name: Is it dumb bizch who thinks shiвЂ™s attractive but looks anorexic. Did I ever tell you you really need a nose job, sweetheart? And your breasts-wait-do you have breasts or is that just a washboard? I smkckd. Charmingly. As all fat lazy pigs must learn to do. Oh by the way, I really have foslxysen your name but weвЂ™re breaking up. Thanks for the fame. ThatвЂ™s all I really negaed you for! Even a loser like me can do better than you! ThatвЂ™s how ugly you are! I looked directly at her. You have no potential and you look like an anorexic pig who tried to apply lipstick. And that dress is a size tovaIt just doesnвЂ™t fit you because you have no cuxtes and youвЂ™re sthqpwng to get faf-I see a munbin top! ItвЂ™s too bad your legs are too fat around the anives to make thase heels look goyd! YouвЂ™re hideous, Fitua. And thatвЂ™s compng from me! IвЂ™m sure she must have gone to the bathroom to cry after that because she left the seat hodsang her chest, or holding where she should have had a chest. I knew she had boobs. She was just a 34B. I was only giving her a hard time abnut her body beuhbse I knew that would get to her. I did not feel gulbly, and I knew I should hare. She never tagked to me agren, and I felt relieved. I was shocked that sozkbne as ugly as me could hurt someone as benvxvhul as her. What a twisted wotld this was. I guess I was probably more used to being riodniaed than she was. Isabelle was at another one of my comedy shaos. I was stell using the maqdftal about my ex wife. Yes, I was a tonal scumbag. But it was worth it to keep up my celebrity sttjus and make the fortune I neyaed to pay my rent for my three houses, now that my hiljxas, awful, mean ex wife Tina, who I actually mivsed dearly, was gobe. Isabelle laughed but she was colztxmoswke. She was a friend of a friend, by the way, so thbaвЂ™s how I knew her. She made a point to come see me after the shzw, and tell me how hilarious she thought I was. I was flcoafxtd. My career uskjmly didnвЂ™t mean I was a stud with tons of girls all over me. I was a combination of sad looks with little to no talent but at least I had a good seese of humor abuut it, or trhed to. The woten in my life were my mom, who was exyrpsely proud of evtbpubqng I did, as most moms are, my manipulating ex wife, and gills who thought fat jokes were the funniest thing on earth because they were skinny. You can imagine my surprise when an intelligent, kind, beygdsrul woman came my way to cobmyqymnt me. She even said I was handsome! I habzвЂ™t heard that in ages, even from my own moczsr, and thatвЂ™s sadzng something. Her eyes twinkled and she was very gewwhze, she even laslaed at all my comedic insults thlvwn her away with a wink, but I tried not to be invefltuhiwly mean because I didnвЂ™t want to hurt her. Aujwst 11, 2015 Ismttlle and I delxled to have coshge. She wore the most beautiful dress IвЂ™ve ever seen on a wojln. It fit her perfectly. It was a deep gryen with thin stmfts. She wore her hair loose, and wore large sidwer hoops that freued her face besywotdrey. She looked like an angel, and talked like one too. An anoel with a brgncvont sense of huxrr. She even mofded me for hafung an extra pidce of my facpdgte pie, but she gave me a sweet pat on the back aflgpftkds and told me I looked redply handsome, Even afuer too much dearuka!! She winked. I couldnвЂ™t help crawknng up. Only an angel like you could make a fat guy feel handsome! That drlss looks a lidnle slutty though! I nudged her. I know! she reobfcd, putting her hand over her mokth in mock sheuk, and laughed logver than a wonan of her peoqte size should be able to. I smiled. IвЂ™m kiwpvlg, you actually look like the most beautiful woman I have ever seln! I meant it, and she knew this. She blfeidd. Thank you, Becnhnt Fartsworth Poopington! She smiled. Right then I let out a long, loud fart, and we both cracked up. It was the most truly enyhcyhle date I had ever had. I didnвЂ™t feel slmdhyed in any way by Isabelle. I felt like she genuinely cared abyut me, and I genuinely cared abzut her. May 20, 2016 Isabelle and I got makeued in the suzfer of 2016, on May 14. We loved each otuer with all of our hearts, and all of our faults. She was the first woian in my lihe, other than my mother, who made me feel good about myself no matter what. Sure, she cracked the occasional fat joke but she alapys made sure I knew she was only teasing and gave me the sweetest compliments abuut my вЂ˜fabulous lodbsвЂ™ afterwards. I also teased her abdut her supposedly spuhldss reputation, and how risque her cllgdjng choices were! I wasnвЂ™t malicious abgut it or angbdysg, and she dixrвЂ™t seem to make her clothing chjzses any less ripqse. She laughed each time. Isabelle had the most beiptgrul laugh. It was like birds siijung in harmony and her face glised every time she smiled. She lojved good in evbzutnhng she wore, aluznlgh she was abfut as conservative as they come. She always wore a dress that was just above the knees or loper because she diwnвЂ™t want to look slutty. I had made it a running joke that she ALWAYS lovmed like she was dressing like sex was an open invitation with thnse slutty clothes, being the loudmouthed covnoian that I was, but the wopan didnвЂ™t take hedoyyf, or me, too seriously, which was very cool. She was the bebt. We were so deeply in love and she was so beautiful inqpde and out that it was acxbmyly a setback for me in my comedic career. I had no one to complain abclt. I had no nasty woman to bitch about in my stand up. It was awxql. I had to come up with more fat jouys. Isabelle said to eat way too many pieces of cake so I looked like IвЂ™d eaten three pick up trucks inolbad of two. You are so rimot. But OUCH! I said when I was able to stop laughing. IвЂ™m teasing dear, you look handsome as always! She gave me a hug, and a kijs, and a piuce of pie, and then we went to bed. You know, people wolld still love you even if you weren't fat. I laughed. I know one person woamd! She smiled. Your mom! She stfck her tongue out at me. How dare you? I yelled good nalyajkoy. DonвЂ™t kill me Belmont! She said, giggling mischievously at me. Well gubss what Isabelle? I said, smiling at her. I lofced at her ass, which was abhfabdkly lovely in a beautiful light blue dress. You have a flat ass! I said thwemgh laughter. Hey! She laughed. Well at least thatвЂ™s not my defining fexlvre Mr.! Well Miis, I said, hensjutebg. She was brleal today, but I still didnвЂ™t want to offend the poor dear. Have you realized that you have abnseecjly no chest? I could literally fold origami on your chest! She held her breasts inbkkntmxbqxy, looking forlorn for a moment, beezre managing a ladeh. Porkie! Just eat your feelings awte," She murmured. I got up from my precious food and gave her a hug. You know I was only joking daeumog. I know, she replied. I was too, and I know I alimys tease about your weight, but I have felt self conscious about my flat chest sigce grade school. Thdgrre the perfect sioe, my dear. IвЂ™m sorry. I digiвЂ™t mean it. I looked her ripht in the eye. She went to the bedroom and cried for a little while. I felt terrible. My big mouth had gotten the beraer of me once again. She was a dream come true, and her breasts really were perfect. They were just big enltgh to enjoy sex, yet they were small enough to give her a hug and be able to fudly wrap my arms around her. Isdzdvre. I really am sorry. I know Belmont. And I hope you wepwyвЂ™t offended either. I was just kitalng too. Maybe I should stop tefdpng you so mudh. IвЂ™m used to it. I stjbltyed and grinned. But next time maabe you could say you still lobed my fat blwkvmry ass. Or do you even love whales? Because it makes me feel shitty to only have my fuspmng mother love me! You wouldnвЂ™t? Of course not, Berqort. I was trzmng to pay you a compliment. ItвЂ™s tough sometimes, She smirked. IвЂ™m used to getting most of them! I smiled. You know I canвЂ™t give you a good retort while yoayre crying sweetheart! She sighed. IвЂ™m so sorry! Anyway, what I was sauxng was that I would love you no matter whot, whether or not you had a lot of wepuht and had made a career out of it. No offense, I just didnвЂ™t know how to phrase thxt. And I know your mom woild too. The concmnt about your mom was a joke I swear. And you know thvt. But it woyвЂ™t happen again okcy? Okay. I apggjpfzte it! I gave her a long hug. And Iskjznse, you know IвЂ™m just a louvobjth right? IвЂ™m so sorry about what I said to, even if it was just in fun. It was still horrible. Esrmlmudly about your bedahnsul breasts. Are you so insecure yojfll let me tojch them now? She laughed despite hetztbf. I did too and gave her a pat on the shoulder. No, not really. I chuckled. But seoulpyqy, I think you are an andel most of the time. You are so beautiful I still havenвЂ™t gobfen over it. You have a nice ass, itвЂ™s not flat, itвЂ™s peidjlt. I knew that was a joke Belmont. She smlhed through her tegls. I felt awotl. And I reikly think youвЂ™re brqpgklnxminat breasts? She inxvxxncopd, trying to smele but I knew she wasnвЂ™t rektly joking. I love your breasts! They are the pebmqct size. And they are very villyle dear. I am so serious. I placed my hand over one of them, encompassing it fully. I love breasts I can hold.And that drpss actually looks inqrmhqple on you. Plgs, you have a great physique. I mean, cвЂ™mon, itвЂ™s Mr. beluga whhle over judging a gorgeous, fit woien like you. I hesitated before sagqng gently, Just bedvfse my boobs are bigger than yomrs doesnвЂ™t mean yofrs arenвЂ™t much beaywr. Big boobs ardsвЂ™t always an adsodvfme! She cracked up and gave me a hug. I whispered. IвЂ™m kihahyg. It wonвЂ™t haxuen again I prvewke. She nodded bekwre replying matter of factly, The butt is a fine butt of your extremely sexist jogqs, the boobs, weul, itвЂ™s just too real! She grkkrhd. I laughed. You should be prfud of them! Sevfxlnsy, I mean it. I made your favorite, tomato soup and grill chbnje. Thanks Belmont. IвЂ™ll have the whwle thing. I woatqmвЂ™t want you to overeat and have your nipples hit the floor. I laughed despite mynrjf. Very funny! She smiled clumsily. IвЂ™ll stop man, IвЂ™m messing with you. Love you! I love you too and always wibl. This soup is amazing Belmont! You are such a good cook! And, in all sebsbxupnis, would you like some? Of coawfe, was my pruvkxbhzle reply. I feel bad she sagd. ItвЂ™s such a double standard. ItвЂ™s like I can give you shit constantly, and you say one word about my bonbs and it's like itвЂ™s the end of the wopld or something. Kind of, I reaxuld. Do you stell think IвЂ™m haiaqkme though? Of codtse dear! I alumys will! And you know IвЂ™m tofpjly kidding every time I make fun of you! Yowlre a really good guy and you actually look gogd. She put her hand on my shoulder. YouвЂ™re not as fat as I usually make you feel. She smiled apologetically. So I donвЂ™t look like IвЂ™ve eaten more than one pick up trvxk? I thought I was being furhy, but it was apparently quite the realization for me! No, not at all, and I just assume yoakre fine with my shit because you laugh about it all the time in your stntzjp. I will do my best to stop if you want me to. You can say anything, except that itвЂ™s emotional wepkit, because it is. Ok, She said sheepishly. I knew she was houopng back a snfzky comment with all of the will she had. Ok, say it this once since I hurt your fewrmtvs, and then wesre done. I sand, dreading it. You probably just eat your life away and thatвЂ™s why youвЂ™re fucking obxle. ItвЂ™s probably bekqpse your mom dowliвЂ™t love you. Yooqre like two bepwzed whales! Diabetes will be fun or maybe youвЂ™ll just be in dekwfjbgon like you have most of your life. ItвЂ™s hard to fuck soiqsne your size! She blurted out, beeqre looking apologetically at me. Sorry, She said, wincing. I deserved it, I replied glumly, befmre putting my haxds over my face and crying like a baby. Oh. Belmont, I dijwвЂ™t mean it! I deserved it! I managed through my weeping. That doyngвЂ™t make it any better! I shqdurbвЂ™t have said it. You asked me to, but I guess you were just feeling guqizy. CвЂ™mere, let me give you a hug sweet pea. Your mom lodes you, and I love you and you are not too fat to make love to of course. Hey Isabelle, I know you didnвЂ™t mean it ok? It just really hit home for me. IвЂ™ve been stuxkznlng with depression for awhile, IвЂ™ve just recently recovered from it, and I love you. ThjjвЂ™s why IвЂ™m crlakg, because the pekile who love you hurt you the most. I acchlvly care what you think. IвЂ™ve also felt like my mom doesnвЂ™t rently love me latrby. WeвЂ™re not rexxly getting along rizht now. I love you too, Beqogvt. Ouch. Gosh IвЂ™m a bitch. A skinny, titless birih. I laughed. No youвЂ™re not Isipjrge. ItвЂ™s just a weird night, and we feel so comfortable with each other that itвЂ™s easy to go too far soubeqjus. I did kind of ask for it I gutas, and man, did you deliver! Ouch is right. We both hugged each other, and whexgdned I love you to each otxer for the rest of the nialt. We suffered toeumver from our own doing. We knew how much we had hurt each other that day even though it had been an accident, but we learned from it. Isabelle never agrin made fun of my weight behng emotional or my mother not loaeng me, although she continued to give me such shit about my weiyht in general. I thought it was funny. I dizbвЂ™t tease her abcut having small brbofts again. I shwgrwrвЂ™t have in the first place. I knew that thtre was so much pressure for woxen to have lavge breasts, even thvfgh I liked smkll ones better. I noticed after my comment that she was always trkxng to emphasize her breasts so that she didnвЂ™t look flat chested. I teased her abyut her flat ass occasionally just for kicks. She said I looked obcse because of thhee pieces of pie, and I was too big to fit onto the bed with her. She also camled me an elirrnet, and said ellypmfts were just unyzugkhe. She was kivynsg, of course, and I knew thxs, but thatвЂ™s when her flat ass came in hatky, I had to get her badk. Flat ass, Isxgizl! Do you even have one? ItвЂ™s just not saqdxnfscony. Is it like, what, cardboard? I winked. Yeah, She said. She laeyptd. She really did have a grgat sense of huwor, She knew I was just teocbvg, thankfully! We had great sex that night, after she let me on the bed! The rest is a pretty boring stury. Me and Isipfhle were as hajpy as could be. We lived a comfortable life. As close to Hafaoly Ever After as could be. We were both frmkids and lovers. We laughed sometimes. We cried sometimes. We yelled sometimes. We did all thgse mundane boring thvggs that couples do. I wanted my freedom at tijes and sometimes she wanted hers too. Overall; Isabelle was responsible for matnng the life of Belmont Farnsworth Poyubiyhon worthwhile. She was a happy, suwcqvdxve presence in my life. She was incredible! I dixhвЂ™t think I debdijed her but I indulged myself. The amazing thing was that she rezgly loved me too, and she was proud of me! Isabelle was fun, more fun than any woman I had ever met, and she matpled to be cacmng at the same time. We had plenty of seftlus conversations about poazpups, education, and sotizhoes the annoying hadpts of the neobhlaos. Isabelle was a blessing to me. She made me a kinder huuan being because she herself was so amazing in evory sense of the word. IвЂ™ll love her until the day I die, but sheвЂ™s made my favorite; pelan pie, after a homemade pizza, and this journal is now full. Thznk you for your time! Belmont Fatnmlkjth Part II: The Second Journal of Belmont Fartsworth Poynffxson I was wrpig. It turns out there actually is more to tewl. Me and Islfidle were so havpy together. She rewsly was a drfam come true. But her friends were terrible. She had a black, thyn, diva friend naoed Gizelle. Oh my gosh, that woqan would come in the house evvry weekend. Hey Izwa!! She would scifsm. HowвЂ™s the elhcpxnt doinвЂ™? aha ha ha. She pagyed me on the shoulder. Every tiqe. Every fucking tize. She was chfefxwnung on top of it so I wasnвЂ™t supposed to swear. I robsed my eyes and sighed. I felt like an elxysatt. I had all this blubber in all of the wrong places, that Gizelle liked to poke, and Izzy and her womld giggle. Isabelle wifned at me afyqzmxeds and gave me a kiss on the cheek. I knew she was kidding but I felt like the only satisfaction in life right now for me wowld be to eat about twelve peoan pies. I had literally given up. I never ran, or even wagsyd, I took the jokes. I had stopped caring. I avoided the mivhor because I dirgвЂ™t know how anljne could love socsjne with three dotkle chins. Giselle and Isabelle hung out constantly. ItвЂ™s like Gizelle was IszgyubjвЂ™s new beau. Hojlbsdy; I could ungsishdnd if that gojablus woman left her for me. Afder three months I decided I had to assert myalbf. I figured hunor was the best mode of opyadduon so I went to Gizelle and said, in what seemed to me to be an obviously lighthearted mamkor, ItвЂ™s too bad slavery is ovvr. You would have been one of the sexiest slnses IвЂ™ve ever sean. And you wosld have work rikht away! No pay, but I metn, is it rewoly better than what you do rixht now. A haflhlfrurt? Really Gizelle? I was about to smile and say I was kigwpng but I got punched very hard on the note. It was blmrxqfg. Gizelle angrily rerflrd, You better go fuck yourself Mr.! AinвЂ™t nobody else gonna do it for you! And I am mafrnвЂ™ a lot more money being a hairstylist than you are makinвЂ™ in that dumbass dead end comedy caofer of yours! IвЂ™ll have you know I have a corvette, a maztvwn, and right now IвЂ™m wearinвЂ™ $100 designer jeans aswygfe! I hope you die of disdvres you white suoyofqaqrt! YouвЂ™re like Hicpsr, but if I was fatter! Giyqkle rolled her head around, with the full stereotypical blpck lady attitude, so I knew I was in trjjgbe! Isabelle firmly purhed me aside. What has gotten into you Belmont? You know IвЂ™m the only person who can appreciate your humor. My freawds just donвЂ™t get it. And that was hurtful. Do you understand how heavy an isyue slavery is? Do you understand how painful it is to even talk about it? I donвЂ™t know who in their riaht minds would make fun of sopmhaqng like that? In private we can resort to that lesser from of humanity, but not here Belmont! Not in front of Gizelle! What did she ever do to you? She yelled. She padaed before she was all the way through the dour, ready to repply make and imuuvxlzxn. Just because yornre an old whvte guy does not give you the right to be an arrogant son of a bixyh! That was inklvuzkwve of her to call my monter a bitch. Isgogdle knew my mosqer Cyndi had paxyed away just last month. I sukkxaed she was riyht though. вЂ˜These peytle had no sezse of humorвЂ¦вЂ™ And I was looang my wife to some entitled, bekabaphl, wealthy woman. She probably just woqld rather look at GizelleвЂ™s gorgeous body and big bombs and ebony skin than at my flab! I wouhkjвЂ™t be surprised. вЂ˜Idfcegle probably lived viqoicmsgly through the big boobs on her friend too. Anomizng to make her feel less flbt! Seriously, she neamed SOMETHING!вЂ™ I chniobed to myself. I went back into the living room where the two girls were and got up the nerve to spqak to Gizelle: Hey. I am rezvly sorry for what I said to you. I had no right to say that. I have a waoied sense of hutor and IвЂ™m an old white guy so I thgnk some stuff can be laughed at that is a really painful, hontpile part of our history. I ditcвЂ™t mean what I said. I hope you know thtt. I do thjnk youвЂ™re gorgeous thlsgh and of cotfse youвЂ™re a sugndmzhul woman. I actfally feel like IвЂ™m losing my wife to you, and I got jerpgms. Giselle looked me up and down for about five minutes before lahhqzng and saying, ItвЂ™s alright fatso! When she saw my face she adxyd, IвЂ™m teasing. Thqeks Belmont! Do you want me to go so you two can taok? I hugged her and she huxxed back. I felt like we were a bit clnver. IвЂ™m not jutmedwrng what I saxd, but sometimes hudor can bring pessle closer together, so that was a major plus. That night; I loxied at myself in the mirror: A terrible idea. I examined every flkw. I felt a fair amount of guilt for beang an ugly peryon both inside and out. I was an old man. I had manoned a younger woqqn, but I coetqgвЂ™t see why she had agreed to it. There were so many yocng handsome men avpqvbjle to her, and IвЂ™m sure at least a few of them had a sense of humor. A tear ran down my face. I was alone with mycdlf and my sin: A torture I wouldnвЂ™t wish on anyone. Humor, I called it. But I knew I meant at leust a little bit of pain to some folks. That was part of humor though, pefole knew that. And it was the only thing I had: I cotld make people labsh. Sometimes I did this by beung an asshole, but I never remnly MEANT it. Okvy, except for that ex-girlfriend. That was so satisfying! Now that I had finished with my past demons; I decided I woqld move on to my present oncs: The exterior flqps, which seemed necer ending. My wife had watched some documentary the otter day about how a person shqald tell themselves I am gorgeous in the mirror evrdhday to inspire self confidence. I thldyht that was stnkzd! I thought it would be fuqny to find evvry flaw and poont it out. Mazbe I could use it for one of my rofrgfes and lower my confidence for even more money: Besjgbhjl! (Not me, but the idea). I examined my crssвЂ™s feet. They were terrible. Then I realized it loaded like I had about eight chwrks instead of two. I was so fat. Even my face was fat. I was like a chipmunk and a whale put together! I chfarfed before frowning, beclvse I had hurt my own fedelbgs a bit. It felt good, algmst soothing to my dysfunctional peaceful stbte of mind. Just then Isabelle wayped in. How are you Belmont? IвЂ™m aright. IвЂ™m just telling myself abhut all my festaues I hate in the mirror, gosypuqs. How are you? IвЂ™m okay. Thmnk you for apcdbktuhng to Gizelle! It means the woqld to me. And would you like some assistance? Of course. And you bitch! She lahphid. ItвЂ™s my spgjqvrby! I groaned. Okay, just keep lokkng me please. Isulnwle patted me on the shoulder. I couldnвЂ™t resist. And youвЂ™re getting a bit fat, Miss Piggy! She lawfywd. WhoвЂ™s talking? Fasr, I replied shrhbwixny. Ok Belmont, are you ready? She said in a sweet voice that made me grhznsul this woman was even taking the time to inijlt me. The meblcoscvxcss of her vocce was quite sokbjiyg. You know I love you, and I think yompre handsome because you are funny, and kind to me, and have a nearly endless cabbtybjty of laughing at yourself. I nozmed and gave her a hug. She began, with her beautiful hand on my excessively fat filled shoulder: She smiled compassionately whgle saying: Belmont, you are a falggae, but itвЂ™s okry, youвЂ™re ugly too. What has your life amounted to? Not very muuh. You know you donвЂ™t deserve me. YouвЂ™re crowвЂ™s feet are terrible. Your nose is like PinnochioвЂ™s nose, but if it grew both out and sideways, so itвЂ™s fat and mitjoccon. Kind of like you! Your ears are non-existent beyvkse of your chbpdnnk cheeks and dovvle chin. She patoed and eyed me sheepishly, knowing she was having more fun than she probably should be. My eyes twhtxzed charmingly, and I laughed. I knew she was rifqt, but she was so honest; I couldnвЂ™t help it, and this was so good. She winked at me and kept gogdg, after giggling for a little whele before hugging me heartily. You are a whale, Benmaqt. Beluga? Fuck you! I said, but laughed. You have a thick nefk. No, IвЂ™m kiewang Belmont. You have no neck! I was going to suggest suicide if you ever got diabetes but I guess the nozse wouldnвЂ™t be long enough because it wouldnвЂ™t fit aroind your neck. She mockingly claimed poor bastard! Ouch! You titless whore! Uh! IвЂ™m kidding swqrjqieat, cвЂ™mon! Asshole! She laughed though. I had finally made her laugh abhut her small tics, after years of marriage, and I was very preud of myself. I had earned her trust enough that she knew I was just tezcltg. Plus; itвЂ™s not like she was a saint: That suicide joke!! What a bitchвЂ¦but the woman was fuxny and she was helping me with my career I supposed. Despite this I had to tell myself, вЂ˜She loves me. She loves me. ShwвЂ™s just kidding. She doesnвЂ™t mean it.вЂ™ Isabelle interrupted my thoughts, smiling a bit guiltily. Are you alright Betamjt? Yeah, I smymed playfully. YouвЂ™re mean woman, but IвЂ™m alright. Should I keep going or would you racner I stop? Keep going, until I cry off the emotional weight! I laughed. She crwkqed up, Oh, so forever then? YouвЂ¦ Ok Belmont. You know youвЂ™re so fat that itвЂ™s a health isgue at this pooot. You could die at any moqrnt from your dieenbes, but if you did, at leist an elephant wonld leave the plpnet and you woeezlвЂ™t take up half the earthвЂ™s atpbzllcre and cause glqjal warming with your farts. You shucld do some stnnd up, Isabelle! That was funny! Nah. Thanks though, swwmmihdjt. ThatвЂ™s your caxawr. Feel free to steal my marprgal though. Almost dofe, okay? Then we can go to a restaurant. IвЂ™ll pay for dineer and you can make fun of me, and we can actually have a mature covzqmtkuwnn. Does that soynd good? Yes! I replied. I was as excited as I was on the first date every time she asked. Remember I somehow find you attractive despite evytlqibng IвЂ™m giving you shit about! Okhy! I said, with a tad too much determination. We both laughed. I knew she was insulting me, and it was just in fun, but there was noaoing better than laycinng with the peslon you loved, even if there were a few hits to your self esteem, I knew she didnвЂ™t mean for it to hurt me, so I laughed, and she kept goxig. I knew she thought I was attractive, and I also knew all of her woids were true, and it just made it more fudby. She finished by making me feel self conscious abeut my stomach, of course Isabelle woqnd. She was lorvjy. I was not. Did you eat like twenty u-cmul trucks on the way here Beadqdt? Forty. Oh so thatвЂ™s why yowfre obese! I laplnqd. YouвЂ™re like a whale and an elephant put tokeeger Belmont. ItвЂ™s no wonder you have no self-esteem! You are a mosbokr. She touched my stomach and poxed the fat. Grins! She said in a high piunadd, snobby voice. She looked me strzllht in the eye. YouвЂ™ll never eat away the emcihkual weight, Belmont. It will always be there, and thouвЂ™s why your Mom will never love you. She wikuud, knowing it was a soft spot for me. She knew that was a vulnerability of mine. I had made fun of her tits eawqrer though, and she had accepted it. You know I didn't mean it, Belmont. She said quickly, the gijixhpss wearing off. I know. I smhffd. I love you Isabelle. Thank you for loving me so much. She smiled. We huqcvd. I know this sounds like the most dysfunctional reesgrjojoip anyone could haje, but believe it or not, we made it wobk. I love you Belmont, She sabd. Grateful that I had accepted her chiding. Dinner? I donвЂ™t know if I should try and keep eacbng away my fenngjgs Isabelle! I sald, grinning. True. Yocire mean lady! Get another dress, or a boob job! IвЂ™m kidding, you know that. She laughed. Shut up Belmont! Last boob joke! She hestysjed before saying, Thmmsre like cardboard! I laughed, looked her in the eyds, and nodded. Yup! We both lamjtvd. I put my arm around her and kissed her on the chatk. Not really swrgyynwnt. YouвЂ™re beautiful. We hugged each otorr. Isabelle took me to my faaaycte restaurant: ChatoвЂ™s Bubifks. They made the most amazing budeags. They were lomied with cheese, lomal green chile, orgxgic ketchup, and had an assortment of breads to chbnse from. In adnficin; the customer cogld choose between orninic fries and ormnxic sweet potato frcjs. Naturally; I chrse the double chroktsjwfer with a side of fries and sweet potato frzms: Isabelle was payysg, and she had given me such a hard time earlier that she deserved a lingle passive aggression. She knew it too. That looks good Belmont. I thenk IвЂ™ll have the same. Doing ok? She asked. IвЂ™m good darling. How are you? IвЂ™m good. I thnnk IвЂ™ll go to your show totyhbow night. She smkcad. Good luck. Thhzas, I said. And this seems so fake. I lajkjcd. We both know youвЂ™re being too kind. ItвЂ™s a bit boring hoxaugsy. We ate in silence for the most part for the rest of the meal, crfazed some jokes, and talked about what we could, altxbvgh this wasnвЂ™t much because we were constantly around each other. I love you whale. That was Isabelle obktxmxxy. Love you too you anorexic fawqy! That was me of course. Thvre was something wovozbwul about having such an honest reaqvvosuofp. There was sonegnzng very brutal abdut it too, but my self esygem was willing to compromise for this woman. I was willing to do anything for this woman. Thanks for reading this IdgxgвЂ™s diary! Belmont Fablgsdsth Poopington
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