Alabama Represents

The mecca of FatGuys is now officially Alabama, according to this report from our Southern chapter. We're poud of y'all! Keep up the good ... ummm... work might be too strong of a word here...

International Fat Appreciation

This photo is from one of my favorite websites ever: engrish.com. The best part is I bet this t-shirt probably only comes sized up to an Asian XL, which would be ultra-skin tight on any self respecting FatGuy who managed to get it over his head!

FatGuy of the Week (and a half)

Scott definitely wins this award for the amazing feat of gaining 10 pounds in a week and a half! He's made his brother quite jealous in the process; Garrett tries SO hard but is plagued by that evil disease called metabolism. Perhaps he will be smiled upon one day in the future with the blessings of middle-age spread. Hang in there buddy!

Fat Floats... the continuing saga

There really is nothing quite like swimming with FatGuys. I don't think there are any other situations so rife with opportunity for fat appreciation. Add a diving board and water slide into the mix and it just enhances the unique experience.

In an ecologically-minded effort to raise lake levels, Scott performed the FatGuy Wave for us. It went something like, "You wanna see a Fat Guy wave?" followed by a thunderous cannonball off of the diving board while waving, of course. Physics was never so much fun. Of course, newfound fatness has its perils, as Matt discovered while surface diving. His belly is several inches closer to the surface than it was when he learned his rescue diving techniques, so he met the aforementioned surface a bit flatter and sooner than anticiapted. Ouch.

The crowning glory on our evening of fat frolicking was conquering the water slide. It rocked perilously from side to side as the ladder was climbed, and it took several scoots from each FatGuy to get started on the descent as their bootys were wedged pretty tightly between the sides. The landing splashes were well worth the effort, however, as anyone standing nearby got thoroughly drenched. The moral of this story is... if you want a recipie for the ultimate water adventure, FatGuys are the essential ingredient!

Fat Fiction

Justin suggested last night that we put out a call for Fat Fiction. If anyone is feeling like doing some hefty creative writing, please feel free to send it along and I will introduce it to that dubious world of instant internet publishing which is the blog. Truthful and/or fanciful anecdotes are all welcome, as long as they extol the wonders of FatGuy-dom and are suitable for all who may peruse.

Hope for Tim

Poor Tim, all skinny and buff... one of those exercising, sporty types. Even his diet of all frozen potato-based products and bratwurst has failed to produce an ounce of fat on him anywhere. With such a bleak outlook, we had lost all hope of Tim ever joining the FatGuy club. However, a shining spark of hope has been lit. Now that Jerri is here, Tim is learning that he will have to not only finish his dinner but her leftovers as well. Now if we can just manage to restrain him from climbing anything or running anywhere, we might just be able to get those extra calories to take hold!

extreme home makeover

Due to the previously reported demise of our dining room chairs (and the fact that nothing matched anymore) Justin and I decided to purchase a new dining set. I'm not quite sure what the sharky salesmen thought when they observed us sitting on the chairs and bouncing up and down to determine their degree of FatGuy friendliness. I'm sure "you break it, you bought it" ran through their minds several times. Anyhow, we finally selled on a sturdy, padded set that should keep all the FatGuy bootys safe from crashing through for years and pounds to come. Leave it to Value City!