“My plan to save America from itself by using an army of fat children to become professional models and therefore making me rich has had a MAJOR breakthrough. I may have found the answer to all my prayers. I present you with Adam. I found him at the local state college where he’s a freshman. Rarely have I seen a fat youth with such drive and devotion. Take a fucking look at that shirt. It’s like he’s warning that chick who’s on his team chugging that beer what’s gonna go down. Like a proud peacock Adam is showing his bright, fat colors and parlaying it into getting some fucking poontang. I’m gonna turn him into the Kate Moss of fat child models. Fuck you America. Fuck you in the face.”
-T-Bag Jones
That’s right. I can’t stop. I have a problem. Need an intervention. When There is a wait and you go watch the chef grill guy in the open kitchen for a minute they normally give you a comp plate of French fries! What what!
And you know I had my chokes!
Cancer Boy took in some nightlife. There’s this place in Charlotte called the Thirsty Beaver. You can go get real fucked up there and start fights. Pabst in a can is only like 2 bucks. And there’s no smoking inside. Fuck smoking inside. It gives you cancer. Cancer boy drank coke, not Pabst.. doctors orders.
I walk around the block at the office with the dogs and shit. Nicky has a lot of enemies that she spots on the way. They bark and do their dog stuff bloke woof woof and shit. Know what I’m saying? But like the new shit is this god damn cat. It is huge! And it is blue! Watch out!
