Melissa McCarthy is a big fat UNFUNNY BLOB

Torture is when you DO NOT WANT TO SEE A MOVIE, but you have to see a fucking AD for it, every...single...fucking...day...FOR A MONTH.

This is what they try and do to get you to waste $12 or $15 in a smelly theater full of loud monkeys:

A sidewalk Bus Shelter ad.

Oh, Jesus, HO HO HO HA HA HA.

It's an UGLY FAT BITCH holding a gun! This HAS TO BE HILARIOUS. (not.)

Remind me, EVERY DAY, that I have to go see this, because OBESE TWATS are A RIOT! (not.)

As long as you have a minute, lemme tell you the two things I hate about this ad.

First off, Melissa McCarthy is a big fat unfunny blob. Her big yock is that she can fall on her fat ass, or flop on her pudding-gut stomach. As if watching a fatty fall down didn't get stale ONE HUNDRED YEARS AGO when Fatty Arbuckle did it in silent films.

I've avoided this bitch as much as possible. She had a few faintly amusing moments hosting a "Saturday Night Live" (no professional comedian can be a total loss). She did some crude toilet humor in "Bridesmaids," but that was keyed to being a big fat blob who was shitting like a pig.

Based on this, I don't EVER want to see her again.

This bus shelter ad started two weeks before her vomity film opened, and it's still going on.

The SECOND thing that pisses me off is that while you can't make fun of women, blacks, Chinese, retards, or anorexics, it's still A BIG FAT BELLY LAUGH to make fun of fatsos. A lot of them can't help it. In fact, "Fatso" starring Dom DeLuise once took on the pathos of being a pudge.

Fat kids can't help but be teased and called "Melissa McCarthy" or "Kevin James" (the porky jerk from the "Paul Blart" films which are loaded with belly flop visuals). Jesus Pork-fried Christ.

There's something so obnoxious about eyesores on the street. You have a choice if you want to fast-forward commercials on TV. You HAVE to walk down the street with your eyes open. At best, you try and stare at the pavement, mindful of feet and dogs coming toward you.

But really, you need to be able to look straight ahead, to avoid the machete-wielding madman.

Or, to get a REAL laugh by the irony of wondering where the normal people are. Here's an ordinary street inhabited by...some kind of Muslim terrorist bitch, a mutant who could be a vacationing Somali pirate, and a dipshit on wheels who is supposed to represent the white race.