Bluezer0 readers ask the questions you've been dying to. . .
Here at Bluezer0 we receive tons of email each day, usually from our connection in Mexico who can get us real cheap Viagra, or that crazy guy who is dying to buy my time share. Those guys never take their minds off work. But sometimes we get mail from other people, so we’ve decided to start a new feature Ask A Fat Guy.
Love Sick writes,
Fat losers, I am embarrassed to admit that I’ve been reading your stupid website. This Jared fucker can’t be for real? Did you just have a creative episode of alcohol induced genius and dream him up? How did you find this trailer park bong jockey that seems to be clinging onto reality by his fingertips?
Dear Love Sick,
This Jared fucker is very much for real? He has several space ship tickets that he hopes will get him and his family off this godforsaken rock when the end of the world comes in 2011. They look like this:
Check here for details on this particular apocalyptic vision. However, "creative episodes of alcohol induced genius" are when we do most of our writing.
Insofar as where we found him, it was here:
at the Sunoco (formerly Mobil) station on I-95 in scenic Newark, Delaware. No, he wasn’t passed out in the restroom, or handcuffed to the guardrail after groping a runaway teen, he was working the register. And we, your fat ass Bluezer0 hosts were working right along side him, listening to the Misfits and spitting on the seagulls. So, think twice before you hand someone your credit card. Thanks for writing!