He's Back!

He's back everyone! I'm so happy, maybe we can play a little golf if he's up for it! What a fucking HUGE douchebag.

However, now that he's not dead, I'm no longer ronery. And thank the Dear Leader for that.

Oops

Duh, how did you not realize that you should've made this clock go out to the quadrillions?

AIDS AIDS AIDS!

Well shit, Magic certainly didn't lose any weight from AIDS.

Everyone has AIDS!

EDIT: Amazingly, the Fatboy is proving prescient as this story came out the day after this was posted. I've actually thought this for a very very long time. I love me a good conspiracy theory from time to time.

Designated Fatboy

Shit, I'd probably feel comfortable having a squirrel drive me home after 15 beers.

I love the t-shirt, I wonder if I can find a "Buy This Fatboy a Beer" shirt somewhere.

I love that it was a joint decision to have the kid drive.

Relax, guy

*Whew*. I bet they were exhausted after all that bankruptin'.

I can't figure out if I admire or resent these guys for pulling this collosally stupid move. You have to admit, it's ballsy. They may not be able to run an insurance company, but they sure can run up a Spa bill.

Henry Waxman looks like the Leprechaun from that eponymous horror movie, doesn't he?

The Pope-a

Sweet hat, Joe. Why don't you stick to what you know: funny hats, Gucci shoes and gay priests.

I like how he's out waxing poetic (pope-etic?) about the world's banking crisis when the Vatican is one of the wealthiest entities on the planet. He cites Matthew, Chapter 7 but failed to cite John's Revelations, Chapter 2: "He who has less than 100,000 in their bank account is safe with FDIC insurance." Duh.

Big Gay Wedding

So the ol' Fatboy went to a wedding this weekend, replete with gay men.

To be clear, the wedding was for The Professor, who is straight, and he was wedded to his girlfriend of many years. However, they know their share of gay couples. The Fatboy personally has nothing against the aforementioned persuasion. If you want to hit on that side of the plate, that's fine by me. However, my primitive lizard brain cannot get past trying to figure out who the "bitch" is and who the "butch" is in any of the gay relationships I bear witness to. Thank god I had enough to drink to blur it all out.

Here's the wedding video. Did my suit make me look gay?