obecity

My cousin lives in Obecity. He eats pizza for breakfast and still has a donut for lunch.

The streets of Obecity are full of people who can't fit into a car.

I went to Obecity and it felt like everyone was eating my soul.

Obecity is so bad, the mailman has to bring extra snacks.

My aunt moved to Obecity and now she has a second job: breathing.

You can’t tell the time in Obecity, everyone’s just too busy snacking.

Obecity is like a buffet that never ends, and it’s eating you.

If Obecity had a voice, it would be a deep, grumbly sigh after a big meal.

I visited Obecity and my legs gave up on me halfway through the day.