What the hell am I supposed to do now when I'm out fatboying in Utah and wanna pick up some Mormon chicks?Guess I'll just drink grape juice.
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- Big Hitter, the Fatboy
- I'm A Mawg
- Down for the Count
- Talent
- General Tso's Deer
- Aluminum Falcon
- The Devil and Ted Stevens
- My Big Fat Mexican Wedding
- I Now Pronounce You Ugly and Desperate
- Horse and the City
- Sssleuth
- Mr. Fatboy's Opus
- Yuck
- Mother of God
- Almost too much fun
- Alpacanuity
- She's gone from suck to blow
- My New Hamma
- Compare and Contrast
- Sumo
- Hemptastic
- Bad Acting
- Seemed like a good idea at the time...
- Urban Fatboy
- A Horse is a Horse, of Course
- Don't bring that shit into God's court
- Avoid the Noid
- Nobel Prize for Fatness
- Tea and Strumpets
- Count von Fat
- Fat-date
- Fat-tastic
- He's Back!
- Oops
- AIDS AIDS AIDS!
- Designated Fatboy
- Relax, guy
- The Pope-a
- Big Gay Wedding
- R.I.P., Juice
- Pogo the Clown
- Sarah Nailin'
- R&T
- Stick 'em up
- Silly Mormons
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