Comments by "Thump Er the Sweaty Fat Guy" (@SweatyFatGuy) on "Better Bachelor" channel.

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  9. I was the fat kid for years, due to a diet where all I could eat was meat and broccoli. The doctors in the 70s said I was allergic to everything, but really it was my dad's smoking that caused my autoimmune system to freak out. When I was 14 I was off that diet and started wrestling. I got beaten up, picked on, and no girl wanted to even look at me, also I was 4'9 until I got off that diet. imagine being a teen ager under 5' tall.. and about 130lbs. Wrestling and the end of that diet changed my life. I went from the kid everyone picked on and beat up for fun, to the 16 year old everyone was terrified of. One kid called me ghey on the gym floor when I was 15, and I broke his nose. He never said a word to me after that. Lots of kids found out the hard way, and suddenly everything stopped. MY dad and brother got a wake up call too, they had been knocking my unconscious a bit too often. By the time I was 17 and a senior I was the strongest kid in the school and at 167lbs able to beat everyone on the wrestling team easily. The 185lb guy ended up being a two time state champ and playing in the NFL as a center for Denver, Carolina and Jacksonville. Yes, really. I benched 265lbs, knocked out one kid wrestling, and broke another's arm, and cracked three ribs on another kid. I wasn't mean, but I overpowered them and was somewhat brutal, but tried to make friends with most of the other wrestlers from other schools. The guy I wrestled in the semi finals met my sister about ten years after we graduated, he told her I was the toughest match he ever had. I nearly beat him, he got me by one point but I almost pinned him in the second round, but the ref would not give it to me. If I had the mindset I have today when I was a teenager, I would have been a multiple time state champ. Got lucky the first time when I was 17, the summer of 1986. From there it was off to the races, but no girls from my school.. until 30+ years later. Joined the military at 19, did the first gulf war, came back even bigger than I left, 15" arms and benching 300 to 22" arms and over 450 bench by the time I was 22. I can seriously injure those who intend to do me harm. :) Lots of training... Lots of girls over the years too. I went to my ten year reunion and found out something interesting. All the cute girls gathered around me and were looking through all my photos from around the world. Found out from the one chick who didn't treat me like crap, that all the popular girls wanted me to ask them out. I barely spoke to them in school, and was astounded when they all lit up and came to sit around me at the reunion. Surreal moment... I was the only guy from my class who had all his hair, and man did I get dirty looks from those guys who mostly would not talk to me. I didn't like them 30 years ago, still don't like them. Now they are afraid of me, which is most amusing. Two wars, lots of countries, lots of girls... and most of them never left our home state of Nebraska. Three of them talked to me at the 20 year, but they were the cool guys who never picked on me or anything when we were young. One of the girls said I was the smart one, because I didn't follow fads or try to make everyone like me, I just did what I wanted to do with my life. I skipped the 30, they had it in November, and I was dealing with 4 feet of snow that week already in 2017. Not driving 1000 miles just to see them. I turned my life around, and still made bad choices, like getting married. That ruined me financially. I still get hit on despite being 53 years old and I look like my name says with all the winter layers on. 18 year old girl was eyeing me at Lowes, more surreal... a 23 year old flirting with me at the grocery store and she smiled a huge smile when she saw me walk in, she is kinda heavy though. I know exactly what it means when they look at me a certain way, thats how I capitalized on that look and managed to get well over 150 girls between the sheets, or in the back seat of my muscle cars. They like muscles and a man who honestly doesn't give a F what they think or say. So many problems in my life stem from girls. If you haven't had one, don't freak out or worry about it, they are more problem than benefit, and a huge risk. Make your life what you want it to be, and do your thing. My thing is old GTOs and Firebird Formulas/Trans Ams. Living alone in the woods with my huskies, enjoying nature around me while I build the cars. For years I was like the dude in the article, I wanted revenge, wanted to inflict on others what they had done to me. You know what though? When I had the physical capability to do so, and saw how afraid of me they were, I didn't want to get retribution anymore. I saw where their lives were taking them, and it wasn't anywhere good. They did more damage to their own lives than I could have ever done... same with my ex wives, so instead I live well and make sure to take care of myself first. Dogs second. Cars third. Everyone else can pound sand.
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  37. Despite a decade of familial abuse, daily beatings, older brother stabbing, poisoning, bludgeoning, and running me over with farm equipment, I did not know the true depths of evil until I married a bipolar female, and was divorced from her. That story will make you wonder why I ever even spoke to another female after our 2001 divorce. I know its not just the bipolar ones, because my 2nd wife was absolutely wonderful for 8 years, then we got married and just 16 months later we were divorced and I was sitting in jail on false accusations with zero evidence. Why did she do that? She felt guilty about how she cheated, lied, and treated me, so the only way she could stop feeling guilty was to make herself into the victim, so I had to do something that would justify what she did in her mind. I am missing teeth because of my brother, and I have a divot in the back of my head from a coffee mug thrown by my 1st ex, among other scars, from when I was ignoring her crazy ass and would no longer engage when provoked for hours. I am not a small weak nor timid man, two wars, lots of training, I ended up knocking out my dad when he went to hit me, and nearly killing my older brother when I was 16 to stop them. I can easily end the average human, but I do not. When the police would show up, they only asked if I touched her, they did not care if I was bleeding from something she did, they wanted to arrest me, and only me. Nobody had a second though when my final ex accused me, they took her word for it and punished me without a shred of evidence. They can do what they want with near impunity, they are protected regardless, and its rare a female bears responsibility for her actions.
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