Saturday, October 18, 2008

Compare and Contrast

Bad dancing. We've all seen it, and may have even been guilty of it (if you're white, fat, and Irish, then you definitely have been guilty). The Fatboy has moves but knows his limitations, and rarely dances unless blind drunk, with others being equally or more drunk around him.

That said, we shall compare two different dancing styles: style 1 and style 2. At least we know that style 2 was done in a self deprecating humorous kind of way by a very good actress. Style 1... not so much. I get the very good sense that he jumped at the suggestion by the director to dance in this scene and genuinely thinks he's a good dancer (and probably thinks he's a good actor as well). What kills me is that the lil' Asian fella gets jealous and wants to fight him.

Sumo

Next time I'm having sex (could be a while), and I need to last a little longer, I will remember this girl. That method could have terrible consequences though, so maybe I'll just stick with my tried and true method of reciting the menu at Taco Bell in my head.

Friday, October 17, 2008

Hemptastic

About the only difference between me and this guy when we're stoned and telling stories, is that the Fatboy here just forgets what he was saying, and starts anew on a new story. Fantastic.

About the only difference between me and this guy is that he's a towel and I'm a Fatboy.

"Fatboy, you're the worst character ever."

Thursday, October 16, 2008

Bad Acting

Yes, that's right. He was in a movie called "Hercules in New York" - I vaguely remember seeing this on TV and remember Arnold's lines all being dubbed in horribly pathetic "Kung Fu" kinda way.

Anyway, I came upon this story today, which made me look her up. I didn't know the name, but rekanize her from my pwern surfing (that's right, I admit it, the Fatboy has no problem discussing his pwern foraging on the internets). I recall this girl having lots of black dick shoved in her ass.

Given that last fact, I find it oh-so-amusing that she takes herself seriously as an artiste. The line in her Wiki profile about her getting punched in the stomach during felatio nearly made me fall out of my chair.

Sasha - you are not an artiste, you are an ejaculate receptacle. Nuff said.

Seemed like a good idea at the time...

Where was this in 1999 when I emailed my ex-girlfriend telling her how much I wanted to bone her and accidentally cc'd my current girlfriend?

It actually finished better than you'd think...

Wednesday, October 15, 2008

Urban Fatboy

This fatboy has some moves (and a hole in the crotch of his jeans).

This dude (pains me he's not fat, it'd be so much better) really has some moves.

I can imagine having to call my father to take me to the emergency room and having to tell him I broke my ass doing flips and jumping shit at the mall. In my head it doesn't go over very well.

A Horse is a Horse, of Course

Unless it's the famous Fat Boy getting shitcanned on fermented apples! Yes! It's as if this story was made for this blog. I need to find these people and offer some cash for this horse. Me riding Fat Boy would bring true meaning to "Fatboy Rides" - man I'm so happy.

EDIT: My bad everyone, I forgot to link to the story in my overzealousness. Click on "Fat Boy" to see wtf I was talking about.