My bro Steve from Wisconsin was next to come out and visit me. Things got a little...ridiculous!
Chucky wanted to party with us, and at first he was pretty cool...
But then he started drinking...
and drinking...
Well, go figure, Chucky is a VIOLENT DRUNK!!! Who knew??? Anyway, I think he was just jealous because MY staples looked better than his! (click photo for high-resolution view)
After whoopin' his little ass, I got down to the serious business of shot-gunning some beers down my feeding tube!
And why not drink that beer from BOTH inputs? Hey, I survived Stage IV carcinoma, don't judge me!
The first time EVER, Steve weighs more than me! I am at 145 pounds (from 191 pre-cancer).
Chucky wanted to party with us, and at first he was pretty cool...
But then he started drinking...
and drinking...
Well, go figure, Chucky is a VIOLENT DRUNK!!! Who knew??? Anyway, I think he was just jealous because MY staples looked better than his! (click photo for high-resolution view)
After whoopin' his little ass, I got down to the serious business of shot-gunning some beers down my feeding tube!
And why not drink that beer from BOTH inputs? Hey, I survived Stage IV carcinoma, don't judge me!
The first time EVER, Steve weighs more than me! I am at 145 pounds (from 191 pre-cancer).
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