The called him "Johnny Numbers" but the joke

The called him "Johnny Numbers" but the joke had stopped being funny long before it was ever told. His gigantic tube socks and jean shorts made sure of that.

The other irony of "Johnny Numbers" was he can't do math. I just see at my bro-in-law across the table, watch him eat 3 plates to everyone else's 1. "Leftovers" wasn't in his vocab

ulary. My brother-in-law belched, then turned to the chubby woman to his left to see if she'd left any dessert for him. A crumb of the tiramisu clung to her chin and that was all

he needed to know before he began messily kissing and licking and slobbering all over that fat cow of a woman. He didn't even know her and yet from that point onwards, they became

friends with benefits. He didn't mention her large volume and she didn't mention his continuos farting. But there came a moment when it became a matter of self-estheme and after

six months their affair was over. Each decided to alter their life: she joined a weight loss boot camp, and he began eating anti-beans. A year later, they met by accident in a

Healthy eating seminar sponsored by Dr. Fjhtdchjhyski. The anti-beans were hard to digest at first, then his body got used to them. She lost 260 lbs.

When he dropped 130 pounds and then took the remaining 130 pounds to live alone on a deserted tropical island certified free of remnant's of The Imperial Japanese Navy and Army.

judgement. He saw their beautiful nude bodies & chased after them into the land of eternal marshmallows. Where he was coated in the sticky goo & eaten alive. Take that as you will.