A word about the meatsweats: Well Drew and I were talking and he said he thought he'd had ‘em before, and I'm pretty sure I must've had ‘em at one time or another. That fine mist forming on your lip, those beads of sweat gathering on your brow. Things that cannot be blamed on the heat or even the physical strain of overfilling your stomach. A phenomenon all its own. If you know of them, if you too have dampened your collar dining on flesh - Don’t be ashamed. We understand.
posted by Skim at Friday, April 29, 2005
Short, black haired, beak-nosed asiatic male. Can often be observed on Southern California streets cramming muffins and pizza slices into oversized maw.
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Does the picture of overflowing trashcans make it more or less likely that he's talking about you?
Át alveg eins og mofo, fékk meatsweats og allt!
damn, google is good.
i better be careful they don't find me one day.
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