R U for real....

OK, here it is. Above my little diddy here is a little fat boy, about 7 years old. He probably weighs an easy 150 lbs.(Let me take a deep breath before I start.) This is an ad for a wonderful little product called Bounty; you may of bought, used, or seen this great creation. BUT, I have a huge problem here.(Everyone is probably saying,"Oh that is a Surprise".) Well, here it is. What in the F#CK. First of all if anyone has seen this ad, this little shithead is eating buffalo wings, like 20 of these things. Just going to town and eating away. This little Fatty just starts taking these napkins and wiping his little fat fingers with them. That piece of crap is taking a new napkin after each wing. What does this chubby bastard do when he is done wiping those hot dogs he calls fingers? That prick is throwing them on the floor. WHAT? WHAT? On the floor are you kidding me. That fat boy can't even build up enough energy to walk to the trash. IF you have seen this awesome commercial you know that he is in the kitchen. The sink is all of 6ft away if that. Why in Gods name didn't Jaba The Hut roll his fat butt off that chair and grab a wet rag. I will tell you why. HE'S FAT!!!!!! And God forbid he move a little and burn some calories. I guess for Christmas he really wanted a pace maker. Nothing says I am healthy like a pace maker. So, as I continued to watch this thing I started thinking. Where in the world is his mommy? I know she is in the living room polishing off her third quart of chunky monkey, that's where. Why doesn't she care that her retard of a son is throwing his napkins on the floor, cause she doesn't have to clean it up either. The home health care nurse that comes in to roll over the mom does the cleaning also, and fuck she's getting $50 per hr to pick them up, so screw it. Let me just say that be a lardo sucks, I have put on some and lost a great deal also. Women put on weight for many reasons also, but, there is no reason except for in hell, that a kid should be that fat. Maybe they should hang one of those juicy little wings on a string right in front of a treadmill, then see what happens. He would starve, or maybe, just maybe he would try to run for it.