Ok, It's Fatty Friday again, and I'm feelin' frisky.

I've come to the end of the first week of another semester. Seven classes smoothly launched, and one more online course idling on the sidelines, waiting to get launched in a week or so. One of my new classes is a month long thing that goes two hours a day, Monday through Friday, from 5pm to 7pm (like the mini term I taught over the holidays). Until this thing is over, dad and I will be shifting our weekly Friday night, 6pm Chinese food binge and purge to Saturday night. Dad's cool with it. A temporary discombobulation.

By the time this one ends I'll be starting another three week class that will run from 2pm to 5pm ever day. We'll be back in business then, but until then, Saturday will work out fine.

So, it's that special day again. Lets lather up, shake it off, and get right to it.



Mmmmm. Something about the smell of hand lotion. Anyway, Here's a real hero of mine. Ya gotta love a guy, on one level or another, who knows how to show it off and be proud of it.

Of course, there's humorously plump, and then there's the friggin' Graf Zeppelin. Always amazed at the idea that people let themselves get so ridiculously big. I mean, I've been known
to strike fear into the hearts of Chinese food buffet owners all over the civilized world, but this chick has let herself go. WAY too much of a good thing, I guess. Then again, there's worse things.

You could always be this poor bastard. You get what you pay for.