This post was edited on 4/9 at 9:59 am

We had a neighborhood wine night thing last weekend. I didn’t want to go, but my SO made me. It was a bunch of couples ranging from 40-60 years of age for the most part. Just your normal meet and greet. My SO and me were the only ones there who were not fat.We talked about it on the walk home. The discussion was sparked by how many of the fat humans actually drove less than 1 mile to the neighborhood park area just to stuff wine and snacks down their fat faces.