Her name is Kathleen Robertson and she’s 35, knocked up and has fat tits in her one-piece bathing suit. The good news for her is that she will have a little fucker who will always love her unconditionally, or until the repressed memories of her touching it inappropriately surface, because it will come in handy when her husband leaves her for never bouncing back from her pregnancy weight.

Speaking of bouncing, this stripper who we negotiated with to get her to insert 4 fingers in her vag and a thumb in her bum was at the stripclub last night. The reason we did it was because she was fat and just as hungry for money as she was for donuts and we knew we could get her to push her limits a little. She was even fatter this time around, I guess it was the winter weight, or maybe it’s from spending the whole night on a chair sprawled out like she was on my couch eating a bag of fuckin’ chips….nothing says please touch my tits for ten dollars like a drooling fat slob with a plate of fries in front of her.