I'm a pig, and I smell bad. Mr. Smuther is my God, and that's what he says. He's always right. I kiss his ass. I suck everything down into my guts. I never shit. My body's greedy, there's nothing I can do about it. I'm bloated. I'm soft. I weigh 349 pounds. I'm fat scum. I despise myself. I'm sitting here in the pink pajama bottoms my mom gave me...Learn More