Large Marge

There was once a group of large women living together in a house in Chicago. The biggest of the women was Marge. She was a Mammoth object. Sometimes people would point at her and laugh and children would be paralyzed with fear as she rolled (yes, rolled, with help from the fire department) down the avenue. As if that wasn't a scary enough experience for the little brats, all while she rolled she sang and the singing sounded so shrill that it broke traffic lights and store windows and made the eyes of babies bleed. No wonder nobody liked Marge, but she couldn't be blamed, it was not her fault she was so fat she had a glandular problem. She was so fat, even, that professional doctors were flown in from all around the world to perform tests on her and try out brand new methods of reducing her meaty, fatty-body. One doctor suggested cutting her face with a knife, claiming that most of the fat producing cells were in her eyes and nose, but later it was discovered that he had no degree in medicine at all, but was actually a raving lunatic. Nothing seemed to work on 'ol Marge and she got more and more depressed at one point she was so sad that she couldn't even eat the third box of donuts, but then after noon she could, that fat bitch.

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Rating: 6.2 out of 6 votes cast