One story says a “girlfriend” and a roommate discovered him unconscious.
These Silhouette romances practically write themselves.
Can anyone out there draw a 700lb Fabio in a poo-encrusted La-Z-boy?
He had a girlfriend? I guess there’s someone for everybody. No matter how much you love someone, I’d think there would be some kind of limit when your boyfriend has 2 years worth of poop in his chair.