When I was a teen, I worked a summer pipeline construction job. Grunt labor.
Anyway there was this short, morbidly obese dude with a long red beard. They called him fuzzy. He drove a dilapidated chevy van.
Everyday his life story changed. One day it was leading Israeli commandos in the six day war. Another was meeting Golda Meir. Others were Vietnam War movie fodder.
his azz must be jealous of the crap that comes out of his mouth