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In my old hometown a family of fat asses -- imagine everyone over the age of 15 being 300lbs+ -- had their sewer line burst in the middle of winter, it was a like a magical putrid poo fountain on the side of the street, when spring came along, you could still smell it. The newspaper article about the incident said that they had to unclog 40 feet of fat from the sewer pipe, which means they had accumulated at least ~3000 cubic inches of that stuff just from their house.

Only time I went over there was when my father order me to help them install a satellite dish on the roof, Seeing their kitchen, it all made sense, on the island there was a 3 feet foot tall stack of Debbie snack cakes surrounded by dozens of bags of potato/corn chips. The top of their fridge had a dozen 3-liters of orange/grape/lemon-lime soda. Their oversized fridge was filled from top to bottom with processed meats and cheese.

The creepy daughter in the span of a single afternoon tried to feed me; a pastrami sandwich the size of my head with half a bag of Doritos, chocolate chip cookies and milk, bagel-pizzas, BBQ chicken, a quasedila and copious amounts of orange soda. When I asked for water, they said they would have to go out for it, when I explained tap water, they looked at me like I had insulted their god.

I think a poo tax is a fine idea.

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God Bless France.

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