Did anyone else see that snippet in the Bangkok Post the other day about two Americans suing a restaurant in somewhere like Texas for banning them from the buffet bar which they had been attending regularly? Apparently the waitress broke the news to them by walking over to their table and saying, 'Y'all fat and y'all eat too much!'
[i]There is a boy across the river with a bottom like a peach,
But alas I cannot swim.
[/i]
- From an early-19th-century Pashtun marching song
They were so fat that......
The back of their necks looked like packs of hot dogs...
They had to get baptized at Sea World....
They've got more chins than a Hong Kong phonebook....
Then, of course, is the old gem: How do you make love to a fat woman? You roll her in flour and look for the wet spot.
I sometimes have this fantasy of being the maitre d' of a restaurant where one day a very fat diner asks me if there is anything I can recommend on the menu. I consider for a few moments, then say, 'Well, sir, I think you'll find the green salad particularly fine today.'
[i]There is a boy across the river with a bottom like a peach,
But alas I cannot swim.
[/i]
- From an early-19th-century Pashtun marching song
Or Peter you could recommend the Seafood ( SEE FOOD AND EAT IT)Originally Posted by PeterUK
Don't try to hold in farts - they travel up your spine and into your brain and that is where shitty ideas come from.
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