Now, now, everyone. We all have our talents. We can’t all play classical concerti or do “Walk the Dog” with a yo-yo. This guy’s groove is that he can eat a lot. Leave him alone.
Furthermore, he’s not even fat, really, just a little big around the middle. He must exercise to keep even with all that eating.
So, he’s talented, he’s taking care of himself, and he’s going to represent the U.S. in an international competition. This guy’s just like Michelle Kwan or Jesse Owens, and y’all are making fun of him! For shame!
OK, I guess this guy’s the expert, but whenever I go without in anticipation of a big meal, my stomach just shrinks and I wind up with eyes bigger than my stomach. Which is usually a good thing for me, but it seems like a backfire for him.
Yes, Eve, Homer went into Pegleg Pete’s seafood buffett and was finally tossed. Lionel Hutz (who else?) represented Homer, Marge was embarrassed to testify, and in the end they compromised. The final scnee is Homer eating in the front window display, and Pegleg Pete standing in front like a carnival barker, “Come see Bottomless Homer, Nature’s cruelest trick! Come for the freak, stay for the feast” or somesuch.
Yarrghh, its hairnets for the lot of ye!
I have been noticing that alot of stories from fark have been showing up on the SDMB. Guess that means that some of us have lives outside of Cecilville.
[Lionel Hutz]Mr. and Mrs. Simpson, your case could be just the thing to help me rebuild my shattered legal career. Care to join me in a belt of scotch?[Hutz]
[Marge Simpson]But it’s 9 o’clock in the morning![Marge]
[Hutz]I know, but I haven’t slept in days. glug glug glug Ohhhhh, that’s the stuff.[Hutz]