A 400lb basket case who hasn't seen his toes since he was five years old and likely to die with his head in a plate or a lying greaseball or a Utopian fabulist with less sense than a barnyard chicken?
Oh my.
Somebody better keep Coulter away from bridges for a while.
You hear what happened to Christie last week?
He was in the YMCA shower where he works out and a guy came in, looked him over and said "Is that you Chris?"
Christie said, "Who the ****'s asking?"
The guy said "It's me, Jerry, remember? Chemistry class, 8th period our junior and senior years?"
Christie recognized him then, warmed up and said, "Oh yea, Jerry! How the hell are ya?"
They talked for awhile and Jerry finally said, "Jesus Christ Chris, you sure gained a hell of a lot of weight."
Christie said "Yea, I'm so goddamned fat I ain't seen my dick in 25 years."
Jerry said, "Well, did you try to diet?"
Christie got a worried look on his face and said, "Oh my God, what color is it now?"