Ahh, fatties. My beloved pair of portly pugilists competing in this here weight-a-losin’ contest has inspired me to reflect on some of the great fat people of all time. After all, I grew up in the 9th fattest state in the country, only to relocate to the 4th. Which states are those? Look it up yourself, you lazy sack of goo. Expecting someone else to deliver that kind of information is why you have elastic in the waist band of your Dockers.
Obviously the most powerful fat guy was President William Howard Taft (I don’t think Jay’s No. 1 or 2 is fat enough to be “fat”), and any fifth grader knows he had to have a special bathtub made in the White House to fit his corpulence. Of course that was in the 19th century, so with today’s much fatter population in 2009, we have a special name for an ass trough that size; it’s just called a bathtub.
John Candy was pretty fat and sort of funny. John Belushi was sort of fat and very funny. Chris Farley was of typical fat man fatness, and the funniest of them all. Based on this data, I cannot draw any conclusions between fatness and funniness. However I am only slightly fat and sporadically funny.
In Breakfast of Champions, Kurt Vonnegut says his penis is three inches long and five and a half inches wide. Vonnegut wasn’t really fat, but his penis was. And I bet it was hilarious.
Minnesota Fats played pool. Fat Lever played basketball, some of it against
With all of these celebrities dying, don’t you think it’s John Madden’s turn?
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The second fat person archetype is the sympathetic face-stuffer-with-a-heart-of-gold, even though that heart won’t make it past age 35. I think of Donkey Lips from Nickelodeon’s Salute Your Shorts here, but you could make a case for Big Easy from Real World/Road Rules Challenge (no, he’s not a “real” person), the little girl witness in Southland , and the entire child cast of Heavyweights. These people never fail to make the Bambi “my mom is dead” face when someone honestly and legitimately questions their weight, seemingly always when the chub has half a Snickers in his mouth. But mostly, I identified this character so I could talk about Donkey Lips. That’s a top five character name of all time. And who was cutting Bobby Budnick’s hair? Did you ever wonder if the kid playing him was a Make-a-Wish kid and that ugly red mess was a wig?
She’s not a really fat person (and yes, she was chubby before she was pregnant), but I think Mirka Federer is an inspirational story for the world’s chunkers. Google Brooklyn Decker, Heather Mitts, Jennifer Scholle, or pretty much any other tennis player’s girlfriend. Even guys who can’t break the top 100 can pull at the highest level. But you’re telling me Roger Federer, one of the two greatest tennis players of all time, is going to pound town with that? I don’t believe it. But whether she’s his beard or has some kind of amazing blackmail dirt on him, good for Mirka. What Verne Troyer did for dwarves or elves or hobgoblins or whatever they’re supposed to be called, Mirka did for fat people. They should erect a bronze, inaccurately flattering statue for her.
People gave Beyonce crap because she made some catty comment about Jennifer Hudson gaining 20 pounds for “Dreamgirls” a few years ago. I’d be pissed too! Imagine if you had to work with a personal trainer five days a week in intense sessions because what sets you apart from every other good set of pipes is your looks. And then some less hot, worse singer comes along and wins an Oscar* because she ate an entire sleeve of Chips Ahoy every day for month.
(* This fact was not verified in any way. It might have been a Golden Globe. It might have been Queen Latifah Beyonce was dissing. It might have been
There are a million cop-out explanations people have to defend fatties. One is that they’re “big boned.” Excuse me? Brontosauruses (brontosauri?) were big-boned. Blue whales are big-boned. Yao Ming is brittly big-boned. Your 5-5 hippopotamus of a friend is not big boned. It’s OK. I’m sure she just has bad genes. Oh, and can you please tell me again how it was a sign of wealth during the Renaissance to be obese? Is it 1492? Is your friend rich? Well, if my aunt had a package, she’d be my uncle.
Oh, and if you have a “slow metabolism” or a “glandular disorder” as I’m sure 99% of you fatties will declare, I’m so sorry. None of this applies to you. I’m just talking about the regular fatties who can do something about it like eat less and exercise more, such as Bryan and Jay. Good luck, guys!