One of my brothers has always been a pretty big guy with an appropriately sized appetite . I can remember… as an instance … watching him consume a pound and a half of pasta for breakfast before we headed out to work .
“ Can’t understand why I can’t lose any weight “ he said between forkfuls and continued on with the reasonable and honest fact that he did work a very physically demanding and calorie burning job. I had to agree that was so but there is no need to elaborate on his descriptive of his more than adequate daily relief.
One day a frighteningly heavy boom reverberated through out the house, its source of origin being the down stairs bathroom . Two hundred and fifty pounds packed into six feet had horizontally met the floor of a wood frame home with force. Any one who has lived in a wood frame home knows…this is quite noticeable.
Well … there he was….unconscious and face down on the floor, pants around the ankles and all ten fingers rapidly scratching non stop at the floor as if to relieve some nasty itch.
“ What the hell happened !!? ” my other brother asked as he came to.
“ Man….I just pinched a loaf so fucken big it hurt so bad I just stood up and passed right out.” …..
And he claims he can’t lose weight…..
