Durango coined the term "Strategic Fat Preserve".
I use it excessively. Or maybe massively excessive.
Has it ever happened to you, as it has to me, that you are refused a drink at a bar? How is this judgment made?
"Helloo mishter barrrrrtender. C'n I havsh anosher one ofsh thoshe shtequila thangsh?"
"I'm sorry sir, but I think you've had enough."
So, all because of a stumbling appearance and slirring of sentences I am denied the right to alcohol!
So, next day, I am recovering at the local burger joint enjoying a very greasy hamburger that is dripping down my chin and a large hydrating beverage of my choice, when some massive amount of strategic fat preserve somehow manages to waddle into the same burger joint as everyone else and orders a #3 combo and "Make it a MASSIVE Meal please."
So, the small and puny teenager behind the register obediently rings up the blood thickening burger and fries for the blubbery heart attack waiting to happen and takes the money. Soon, the death defying fattening will continue and now I have to eat faster before I lose my appetite.
Then, it occurs to me: the bartender can tell me I'm too drunk to drink. But, the burger joint guy was not able to tell this patron that they were too fat to eat. Why is that? Was I more obviously drunk than they were obviously fat?