Where’re you at, fat boy?

Hey man, pick up the phone, I’m outside. LET’S DO THIS!

Fat boy, where you at man, just get your ass out here, we’re gonna be late.

Yo, Fatsky, it’s Doober, man, we gotta get this show on the ROAD!

Can’t make the ladies wait, bro, it’s our time ta’ GO!

Alright man, you’re breakin’ my heart, I’m coming in there.

Fat Boy, hey yo, Fat Boy!

Man, you ain’t even in your house! Where you at, man? Off somewhere being fat?

You’re supposed to be my wing man, dog!

You let me down, fatty. I thought we were friends.

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Title by: Daniel Vexoe
Story by: Jeremy

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