At the store today there was a guy so ridiculously huge it reminded me of an old Adam Sandler recording. He did a bit on a guy called Fatty McGee (or something like that) who started wheezing so bad after minor exercise (a flight of stairs) hat he set off the fire alarm. Or something. I don’t really remember the bit because, frankly, I never thought it was very funny. I mean, great humor usually has some bit of truth…that’s what makes it funny.

Today at the store, however, it all came around for me. I guess it’s a time for such connections. A few days ago I was remembering my joke about Rihanna special-guesting on the next Eminem female abuse track only to discover these two geniuses made my dumb joke a reality. Now, today, at the store, I experienced Fatty McGee first hand. No, he did not set off any alarms with his wheezing, but damn, this dude needed to sink in to the glucomannan. Seriously, he was walking around the store, not even up or down stairs, and he sounded like my tractor when I throttle it down to turn off the engine.