“P, I think I have the classic 5 gallon bucket filled with concrete body. You know how they fill up 5 gallon buckets with concrete and set them around?”
“I do.”
“Some drunk comes out… wants to kick somethin’, he’s all drunk. Kick a wall, kick something. So he sees one of those buckets, kicks it and boy then he’s sorry. Gets a broken foot out of the deal. Anyway, that’s my body type. Classic, 5 gallon bucket of concrete shape.”
“Hmm.”
Talk about self-awareness! heh heh..
zoinks. I am a five gallon bucket full of jell-o. still hurts to kick tho.
Hah, I was thinking I’m a five gallon (okay, maybe four gallon…I’m short) bucket of marshmallow fluff….
I don’t know about five gallons, but I could go for a half gallon of beer.