A few months ago when I was in MD I went to visit the Big Guy.
The Big Guy was sporting a nice 40oz sweatshirt – by the time we left he had slipped into a nice white track suit – way more big guy style. Big guy had been busy since my last visit. He has started to collect piñatas – he buys them from an Amish market. Same with candy – BIG GUY.
The Big Guy knows how to get it going with the ladies. Just a flash of his chest gets them warmed up.
Someone praise jesus in honor of the big guys style. Look at that surplus store camo jacket matched with the fancy – not a knock off scarf – Big guy has the stash’ going on and the black power fist. Long live big guy.
Did I mention the scarf was not a knock off?
I am as amazed as you are that they let the BIG GUY out the country. I’m surprised they let him out of the state. But its proof, or maybe just Photoshopped, who cares, of the big guy in Paris. I wonder how much french bread he ate?
Disclaimer:
I love 420. I love 420 jokes. 420 rules. But I would like it to be known that I have never smoked anything ever in my life. Not even a drag. Although in 10th grade I slanged a few dime bags.
Thanks - Roger
