Oooh, just the person....
'member when Rafe went rogue? She told us categorically that Big Albert didn't smell but was liberally doused in cheap sleb stinks that give poor
@Barbarella the shudders (between those and the Horrid hauls....poor Barbs. She truly deserved your epic Grim Reaper post) but that was 100lbs ago...
The funk when she prizes off the welded bra and kevlar leggeeeeenz may be the reason for Erk's nightmare hair; anyone downwind of it probably considers fried hair as getting off lightly. But apart from the obvious (her lavatorial habits - christ knows where urine ends up cos the meatslabs of her thighs do not part, and it's patently obvious she can't wipe and I dunno how good a job either a rag-on-a-stick or a Thumbo-on-penance-for-dead-relatives do) what kind of stank are we talking about? We know she's not clean - the deathfats on MSHPL always make a hoohah about how clean they are but it's obviously so difficult for them I don't believe their protestations of doing the honours every day - because we can see it, but is it possible to cover up the mushrooms, cheese and all other stinks with enough "Vacant Bimbo....by Britney Spears" sprayed liberally around? Or is generalised fatstink just a thing that becomes inescapable?
Also I've revolted farmers in the past by mentioning stress incontinence - I assume every time she lets out one of those ear-splitting shrieks, there is an accompanying leak sichooayshun? I've only encountered a maybe 250lb'er and she had dreadful leakage, but Albert's been huge all her life so is it likely her body has adapted a pelvic floor with the same strength as the mighty leggeenz? We talk fondly of Pillow Mountain but is it really Pillow Swamp?
Finally, I recall hearing from somewhere and wishing I hadn't, that these behemoths evacuate their bowels three/four times a day - is that true? Cos if so, Thumbo must be dearly wishing she were back lugging "that heavy type of wood" (not the light wood, oh no. Only Lignum Vitae for Big burly Beckster) because facing that once a day would be bad enough. Let alone the mechanics of how that mighty shelf arse even fits on the throne and I'm stopping that thought right there.
Lend us your knowledge of the fats. It's always intriguing. Everyone else, give me your "aaaaarghhh aaaarghhh fuck off Clanger" Horrifying stickers I crave like Orunj Chikkun in the Night....