How fat though?

How fat isn't imporant.

Where fat is.

When foreigners are making a mess in my store, I follow them around and pick up every item they drop, making a point to get in their way to put it back where it belongs and irritate them as much as possible just because they can't speak English well enough to complain.

Haha. That's kinda racist, kinda funny.

I do the same thing to anyone who makes a mess but I'm more aggressive with people who can't get me in trouble for being an asshole.

Speaking of your aggressive side, have you locked Ki in your basement? If not, wherefore art he?

He's at work, but you'll see him a lot next week as his paid vacation kicks into full gear.

Every time I find another band from the 70s to become obsessed with, I'm both happy and sad. Happy because I love great music, but sad because I have hardly a soul to share it with because the rest of my generation is buried inside of daft bullshit.

I sympathize. It would be nice to share my love for music with my friends but they never like the same music I do. No. They just keep on telling me how my taste sucks instead, if I even mention the word music so I have decide we shall talk about music no more.