Here’s my entry. I’m not going to bother PMing, because I trust people won’t look. Riiiiiight? 
This is probably the only entry anyways lol.
Hi, I’m Banky. I’m a bank robber. Although people say I’m obese, I rob pretty damn well because I haven’t been caught yet. Plus, it’s a good exercise to run around, with my sexy fat jigglin’ about, sweatin’ like…um…uhhh a bottle. I don’t even have to have a weapon. Just give them a lil, nudge and people just fall down. Cool, huh? I robbed a bank about a day ago, and parked my car in front of a Wal-Mart ’cause I needed to buy some Nexon cards. My little pixelated whore is about to get all pajama…y. Anyways, when I left the store with about $50 worth of NX, my car was gone. Suddenly, my phone rang. I grabbed at my left asscheek, and tried to squeeze my phone out from the tight, body-hugging jeans. I checked the caller ID, and noticed it was my brother.
“What do you want?”
“…I stole your car.”
“…Why the fuck would you do that?”
“Cuz your fat. Bye.”
He hung up. His words hurt so much, I raged. Oh, I raaaaaged! Ruaaaar! My clothes ripped apart, as my fat convulsed. Sweat glistened on my love handles. I panted hard, trying hard to contain my rage, but I couldn’t. My stomach began rumbling, and my fat pulsated. I felt a strong desire to eat, and eat I must. I grabbed at the nearest object, which happened to be my NX cards, and gobbled it up. Then I ran. I ran to find my brother. Strangely, I was running at just over 20mph, thanks to my hunger driven angry rage. Within minutes, I located him at a grocery store, buying some fruit. Grabbing a pineapple, I screamed at him and knocked him over. Then, I told him “I’M NOT FATTTTTTT! I’M JUST FLUFFFY!!!!!!!!” and rammed the pineapple up his ass. He screamed like a little baby, and died from shock. What a pussy. I got my car keys from him, and left the scene. Happy that I was reunited with my loot, I drove off into the distance, humming to a cool little Christmas jingle.
End.