Fat Arnie B

Well I once knew a man, named Fat Arnie B., he rolled into

town and took a

bite out of me, he pulled up to the window, ordered burgers

galore, but when

I asked him for the money, he put the pedal to the floor,

Honk if you got a big fat ass was his motto and his creed,

but his fat sweaty

ass was much much more than any one man could need, now

there's nothing more

amusing than a big fat man in an economy sized car, with the

wheel in the

middle and the wipers on the inside, you know he won't get

too far

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Fat Arnie B. Fat Arnie B. all the burgers in the world for

free

Fat Arnie B. Fat Arnie B. processed meat fills him with glee

Now let me tell you a little story about some friends of mine

that once upon

a time went to the fine establishment known as White Castle

to get some of

their delectable burgers. When they got outside they happened

upon a very

fat man stuffed into a very small car. He beckoned them

closer, looked them

in the eye and said "you too look like a couple of swingin

players, but you

and fat enough to get all the bitches like me, but if you

work real hard, in

10 years, you'll be wearing the jimmy" astounded by this

indispensable

advice they inquired as to the fat man's name so is to

acquire more of his

nuggets of wisdom in the future. He gave a little chuckle and

said "My name

is…"