UPDATE Blubbering (and blubbery) Giants fan Rob emerged to speak on his own behalf in the comments of Saturday’s post. Here are some of the highlights:
Think of something more to say then just fat jokes. I realize I’m fat, in that I am the one putting the fattening foods, into my fat mouth…By all means, say what makes you people feel good, but it doesn’t have an impact on me in the slightest. This is making me a celebrity..so by all means continue….I weigh 250 pounds, maybe a few pounds more. I know what I am. I LOVE Big Mac’s and I will continue to devour them as I see fit. I was just simply referencing to the fact that I don’t need to be told that I am fat, because, well, I realize the sentiments and quite frankly, that’s me and that’s fine. I’m a fat fuck and whatever the case may be, but that doesn’t stop me from hanging out with my large group of friends, some of whom were even referred to as “banging”… Holding an overflowing cauldron of love, Rob.
Sounds like Rob talks a good game when he’s not completely shitfaced. If only he could bottle that poise and circumspect philosophy and save it for next season when the Giants crap the bed again. At least Rob is taking the abuse like a man this time around. And certain readers owe him a debt of gratitude for introducing to these parts #47– who seems to have rapidly become KSKommenter’s new favorite jailbait.
Hey Flounder, next time you get shnockered and make an ass out of yourself, make sure she’s close by.