Andre the Giant also visited my ranch before he died.
He had just bought a ranch himself and was shopping for studs in California.
He reminded me that we were both on The Six Million Dollar Man. Separate episodes, of course.
He was Bigfoot, and I think I played myself. An astronaut, or a tennis pro. I can't remember.
Anyhoo, we were both laughing about what a handsome, self-important jackass Lee Majors was, when Andre filled his pants.
I mean, he filled them like a dump truck. The air around us actually shifted, like God had decided to make some changes to the world.
At first I thought it was because he was a gigantic, loose-boweled circus freak with no self-control.
But he blamed it on truck stop jo-jos.
Nice guy. Big poops.
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Wednesday, June 11, 2008
Inconceivable
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