Jake isn’t fat. He’s just big boned. BIIIIIGGG boned.
Auto-reblog for Jake. My two favorite memories of Jake are as follows:
- We came over to a party at your place. You say, “I made hamburgers, guys. But Jake sat on the buns, so they’re squished. Sorry.”
- You had that round table in your kitchen. So between the corner and table there was a gap. A piece of paper was covering the gap. Jake goes to sit on it and falls through.
Keep up the fun posts.
PS - I owe you a sixer for the art supplies.