Gluttony: A YouTube Look at the Seven Deadly Sins

Oh, rolly polly child. Where might ye go?

The Cooter, which is a covert and raunchy front for Catholic propaganda for the young internet kids in the guise of a blog, is rolling out a seven part series on the seven deadly sins. Now, don't get it twisted. I will not bible face f--k you with the Scripture and how you shouldn't do this and you shouldn't do that. More to the point, I'm here to show the ridiculous of the current world and how we've embraced sin like we've never had any fundamentals to begin with. What? Getting too politically and socially conservative on you. Big f--kin' whoop. It's my blog, bitch. (<-Sin, right there.)

Anyways, we start the series on gluttony, the all too familiar sin that states that when we over indulge ourselves with food, the amount more than allowed to us, then we instantly become gluttons. Case in point, that space colony in the movie Wall-E. Damn, those people were huge bitches. Another case, the bed shedders we see on television who weigh upwards to 1,000 pounds and look for Sally Jesse Raphael or Maury Povich to change their ways. And one more case to point out, the current state of affairs with childhood obesity. Parents, don't let your kids dictate their diet. If you want an extreme case, check this kid out:

The bottom line to the gluttony sin is that despite all the shortcomings with raising children on a healthy lifestyle-- despite all the emphasis made on eating healthy, although the economy really dictates what we put on the table, we will still overindulge ourselves to the point that any all you can eat buffet line or $.99 hamburger deal are more like challenges than bargains. And it's being done at glamorizing effects. Hasn't Fast Food Nation or Super Size Me taught us nothing? Well, actually, it hasn't taught me anything. I still, in fact, food's like a trait ingrained in my Pacific Islander/Asian DNA. Must have roasted big with head cheese. Must have fried egg roll with an allotment of raisins and mystery meat. Anyways, if you want the name of one place that will help get one step closer to God via coronary blockage, a place in Chandler, Arizona is the place to be:

Few observations before I close this one out. You eat free for a week if you weight over 350 pounds. F--k. They have a french fry bar with potaters fried in lard. Double f--k. And the waitress and fry cooks are thin, waifish little things that don't look like they eat the shit at the restaurant. Wow. It's like taking Hooters to a step beyond. But then again, I don't believe those vapid wastes of c-m could give a heart attack victim mouth-to-mouth. Maybe more like mouth-to-phallus. But that's another sin to explore next time.