Jim, you were a fat fuck in kindergarten, motivated yourself like Rocky Balboa running up an endless stairway in Philly wearing a bandelero of Big Macs, and then became a fatter fuck in High School.
Endless wedgies and bullying, lead you to being a vocational fat fuck during your apprenticeship to being a service user of your own sexual awakening. You took up hobbies like speed wanking over topless photos of David Duke, married a fat lass from Winnebago, Ontario, hiked the first hundred yards on every wilderness trail in Canada before retiring to the nearest hotel, bought a fat snub nosed rescue dog and settled into your
life worth living.
I have seen photos of you, I made you post them…and your house…and every receipt for every meal you bought your little lady.
You are the same age as me, and in that simple fact the similarity ends.
You were always blessed Jim, by your creator, to be worth less than the worthlessness you peddle uphill like a Republican Congressman at a town hall.
If you have the emotional and ineffectual quotient of Reg after he accidentally crushes his head in a vice on his carers work bench…why does it matter how old you think you are?
