God, remember all that? How all those crazy-ass people said that Jennifer Lawrence was fat? Because man. If she’s fat, then the majority of the population—myself included—must be six-hundred-pound beasts, no lie.
Yeah, but anyway, here’s the corpulent Jennifer Lawrence, rolling her way out of the gym. Which, you know, I don’t even know why she bothers going to the gym anyway. She’s so far gone that she’d have to work that body out twenty-three hours a day in order to even make a dent in that gigantor jell-o mold that she calls “skin.” Don’t even bother, girl. It’s never going to happen. Better yet? Why don’t you stay home and order in tonight for a change. That way you can wallow in your largeness, Fatty McFat-Pudge-Fatterson.