Tuesday morning, I was listening to show 106 while at work. Suddenly, I was made aware of a 350lb man hanging from my shoulders.
Yes, it was Mike”Pi”. You see, I can handle your average 180-200lb man hanging from my shoulders…..that’s just fine. In fact, I welcome it.
I do not welcome two average size men hanging from my shoulders. He did it several more times and blamed it on SOS 106. He said that my back smelled good, like his hot lunch. He was probably drunk again.
Your sig says “(the un-tarted one). One question, who lets a 350lb man go on the back of another man?
Yes, “the un-tarded one” is meant to be loosely interpreted…..Okay, you got me. So, the story goes like this……..I had a cheeseburger stapled to my back to see if I could catch a fat guy. It was horrible. Like a gorilla fucking a football.
You’re on your own with The Pi though, I only deal with 350lb of the fairer sex, drunk or not.
Thanks for the avatar thing. My face hurts always. One day, when my balls grow a bit, only to shrink away, maybe I’ll tell a story relating to a large woman…a young Shortbus Reject…..a camper trailer….many beers….and a permanent imprint of Reject in the cushions of the trailer (and my mind). Horrible. Now I’m depressed.