My husband works in NYC and was crossing the street one day when he noticed fatso in front of him. He said he had to fight the temptation to push him into oncoming traffic. I don’t know if I could have actually fought off that temptation if it were me. Fatso in a baseball cap(I will not refer to him by name-too much respect) is a low life and one of the biggest(and I mean big) hypocrites around. He is as big as a house and has money coming out of his ears, but we should be ashamed of ourselves?
He knows about as much about religion as I do about splitting atoms! He needs to crawl back into the doughnut shop and stay there.