A taste of what's to come...
A visual preview of my next real post follows. Promised content includes: my uncontrollable hate of fat kids, Stevie Nicks isn't cute, how I ended up hanging at a gay bar with colleagues and my new take on gay men, fire escapes and why they blow, my worst-ever concert experience, and Tom Petty = old. I'll bet you can't wait... 
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What's wrong with fat kids? I was a porker in my day. (coincidentally, "Porker" was also the nickname my parents gave me.) Are you talking funny chubby lil' kids (like me), or Maury Povich fat baby episode kids? You know, the ones where the fat-ass toddler is running around the studio in just a diaper, and mom is like, "Whatever, whatever, I feed Rambo 36 tacos at once cuz he be hungry!" I got love for both.
See, I have love for ugly kids, because I was one. Ugly kids REALLY can't help it -- they have to either sit hoping they grow out of ugly, or develop a mean right hook.
THOSE kids I can really get behind. Their plight was my plight. Braces, glasses and good grades in the third grade can be rough. I'm lucky I pulled out okay, you know?
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