The closest non-handicapped, actual parking space to a store. The exceedingly huge park here so as not to have to walk any distance that could be considered exercise. The next step is buying a handicapped placard and rolling around in a wheelchair purely for the sake of escaping fatigue caused from walking more than the 5 feet it usually takes to get to the refrigerator.
FAMF: OMG! LOOK AT THAT SPOT! IT'S CLOSER THAN THE HANDICAPPED PLACE!
Blob o' Fat: QUICK! HIT THAT SHIT!
FAMF: Dude, this is the best Preferred Fatass Parking ever.
Blob o' Fat: Seriously! Now hurry up, I want my fucking triple Quarter Pounder.
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