50-50 chance of whether he ate them, or sat on them and they got lost in a fold.
You know, sir, when I first became aware of the gigantic primitive, about four years ago, for the longest time I resisted all urges to promote him, market him, advertise him, expose him, boost him, publicize him, sell him.
There are after all some truly sad cases on Skins's island, where it wouldn't be decent and civilized to do so. And decent and civilized people generally discern those cases, and desist from mockery and ridicule.
But the more I read of fatboy, the more I became aware his true ugliness is not in his gross size, but in his ill-tempered, mean-tempered, sheer ingratitude.
fatboy's an ungrateful jerk, and so thus deserves all the mockery, ridicule, and contempt directed his way, and more.
It's not the same thing as Fat Johnny in the big city here, a friend and pal to all, including yours truly. Fat Johnny is 52 years old, and awesome in girth at about 450 pounds, 5'3" tall. Fat Johnny is mentally-retarded, and his late mother, overprotective, made some really bad choices for him earlier in life, but it's far too late to do anything about that now.
Unlike fatboy on Skins's island, Fat Johnny is grateful for what he receives, and shows it. A sincere smile--and yes, even the dour franksolich can sincerely smile--of kindness and friendship and respect reduces Fat Johnny to blubbering tears of joy and gratitude.
I'm confident God has big plans, big rewards, for Fat Johnny in a time and place not this time and place.
