What the hell?? The idea well is getting awfully dry when you need to resort to jokes that make no sense whatsoever. Does he mean he needs to stay on a treadmill all day to merely maintain his current astronomical weight and not gain more? That’s not funny. And if that’s not the joke, what is it supposed to be? And why does everyone wryly smirk every time Funky makes another one of his sad-sack loser remarks about his decrepitude? What is it about this man’s slow and brutal slog to the grave that these people find so damned amusing? I just hope this ponderous debacle is over and we move on, although with FW you gotta be careful about what you wish for, you know?
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Son of Stuck Funky 