Manboobs...

so they say that things happen in groups of three. or is that just bad things? well, whatever the case, the other day i made the photo above for my good friend margz out in seattle; after she lovingly sent this photo that she mistook for being my dad. (margz, by the way, is going to be the next britney spears. hopefully not in the crazy, head shaved mother kind of way, but brit-brit nonetheless. just check out the player at the bottom of this post and you'll know EXACTLY what i'm talking about!) so anyway, today i sign onto myspace and this annoying little ad pops up on my homepage. you know, that supposedly gives you free ringtones if you 'help the chicken cross the road,' or 'arm wrestle george dubbya,' or 'shave rosie o'donnell's legs' or my favorite where they give you a pair of scissors and you have to 'chop off the redneck's mullet.' anyway, you get the drift. today, i found this new one on my page. and how fitting being that i made the above manboob picture earlier this week. i swear on all that is buttery, I DID NOT alter the picture, other than circling the words 'fat man' at the top, to accentuate the fact that the boobs are indeed on a man. though you cannot see it, he's bouncing on a trampoline so it's difficult for you to hit him with the pies... he bounces, and so do they, and thus, those manboobs are real.

AS PROMISED, MARGZ'S GREATEST HIT...