NO it's not Krisite Alley, but pretty damn close. I tricked your ass for a second, admit it. All thats missing is a scowl on his face and a crazy as fuck Scientology brain. This fucking tank ass is close to 700 pounds and he finally left the house for the third time in six years with the help of a fork lift. A FORK LIFT. Oh shit, that is rich. Could you imagine taking your daily stroll to the corner liquor store, at least in my case, and seeing this coming down the road on a forklift. Reminds me of when they truck beached whales through town and they eventually explode due to heat.
At least he's getting out thought. He has a girlfriend as well, hopefully for her sake she's always on top. They don't really do the dirty bird deed, unless you call cleaning his bed sores and dingleberries for him the dirty deed.
The first pic is of him scrambling eggs for breakfast. NO. He's "exercising".
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