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I used to be what I thought was "painfully" thin. People would comment that I was so thin, I would blow away in the wind. Actually, where I grew up, it was always very windy in March. Gale force winds around 80 miles per hour. Indeed, I have blown away in the wind.

I hated that joke about turning sideways, sticking out my tongue and looking like a zipper. What genius thought up that stupid wise crack?

The wonderful thing about the olden days was that I could eat and eat and eat and not gain an ounce. I vividly remember eating double Whoppers with cheese like they were no big deal.

Then I went to Germany and lived there for nine months. I went from a bone-thin 92 pounds to 105, thanks to bratwurst, jager schnitzel, spaetzle and Greek food. (Yes, Greek food.) When I came home, American food suddenly was bland and tasteless, and I lost the 13 pounds I had gained.

The best job I ever had was at the Post Office, or so my husband says. Somehow, I wrangled a position pushing mail around on huge carts. My job was to get it from elevator, push it over to a floor scale, have it weighed, then push it to where people were waiting (dejectedly) to sort it. Many of the carts weighed in excess of thousands of pounds. I kept all my slips and totaled them, just for fun. Some nights I would push around 50,000 pounds of mail. I was slim and trim, lean and mean when I worked there. I had arm muscles and leg muscles that went for miles.

I met my husband at the Post Office. (He worked there, too.) My husband hasn't done much in the meantime to keep me lean and mean, slim and trim. In fact, he is the reason why I am a mother, twice over. Pregnancy will make a woman fat in no time at all. Sure there's a baby in there, and some other stuff that has no purpose in a woman's life. In fact, after gaining 42 pounds with the first one, I cried and gave up getting on the scale again. He wasn't due for another three weeks. I jumped up and down trying to get him out of there.

My husband is also a consummate chow hound. He's a gastronome. He loves food. I do too, but I have to stop eating before my buttons pop off, and I do. He doesn't. He has very little self control. Anyway, at 6' 3", he can hide excess poundage pretty well. I, on the other hand, am a dwarf at 5' 3 and one half inches, so ten pounds of extra blubber on me looks like I'm pregnant again.

My husband and I also indulge in really nice wines, usually from California, although we are expanding our repertoire by jumping to the continent of Australia. These days we are also auditioning the fine Spanish wines, like Temperanillo and Riojas. Wine might look light, but it has just as many calories as a beer. Maybe more so, since it's heavily sugared.

Since my son left for college three years ago, I've gained a good 15 pounds. I'd like to have my son as a back-up scapegoat in case the husband one falls through. I can no longer wear tiny little slip dresses with spaghetti straps. That is because when I put those on, I look like a sausage in a casing two sizes too small. I threw away my over-sized tee shirts, because I felt someone of my age should wear something a little more formal. Now I am kicking myself over that move. I could use roomy and comfortable lounge wear.

When I look in the mirror, I see something on my stomach that wasn't there before. It's FAT. It's rather unappetizing, but I've seen worse on others, so I'm counting myself lucky.

I don't have time to exercise, and with the exception of yard work, am pretty sedentary. I like food too much to go on a diet, although I'm thinking of buying my daughter's ADD pills. They've worked wonders on her. I tried several diet "aids" but the side effects weren't worth it. Plus, I didn't lose an ounce.

Damn it. I sure wish I was thin.

It was the 20th time he had called for I.T., so the 2 chubby handsome computer techs were (not surprisingly) very ticked off.  Jeremy just wanted to see these Chubarama models for the 20th time.  Jeremy remembered seeing sexy Kevin's plumber's crack as he reseated a printer cable that magically unplugged itself.  Also, he vividly remembered Adam's belly sticking out while he rerouted some computer cables to meet OSHA standards.  Ah, yes, Jeremy knew how to work it...

Unfortunately, Kevin and Adam have had enough.  They've worked so hard to earn their MCSE and they couldn't believe that they're still stuck doing regular I.T. work.  So, both Kevin and Adam removed their shirts then duct taped each of Jeremy's laptops on their sexy chubby bodies.  (That is so bearotic, Jeremy thought to himself.)

The rest of this tale can be seen here:

Seriously, this was an old scan I got from some old magazine I got when I wasn't old.  How's that for accurate reporting?  Anyway, I labeled the scan as "DejaCom-HiTechSumo" so I'm guessing it was related to Deja.com...  I then googled it and found out that Google has bought that company.  Awesome irony.

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I'm not sure if these photos came from that same short film.  I got the following stills from Hollywood Ninja's MySpace Page.  Either way, both have many yummy chubbies and bearses goodness galore.

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Bearotic.com has been one of my favorite bear-related blogs to date (and Chubarama.net for my daily chubby fix!).  The authors of those sites share the same philosophy as I do when it comes to providing bear/chub content.  The only difference is that these guys are pros with what they do.  I'm just a queer fellow who simply likes to babble on about bearish celebrities, athletes, and other husky media personalities.

Anyway, as far as important news for me, I have been part of a "Crossover Blog"!  You know, it's like the latest issue of "The New Mutants" comic book having a "Secret Wars II" crossover story about The Beyonder and the zombified mutants and...

Lol.  Yeah, I'm geeking out.  I'm just excited to have been given the opportunity to be a small part of Bearotic.com.  When I was invited to contribute, I knew exactly who I wanted to talk about.  It was about a big bear of a man that truly defined the term, "Bearotic":

Wrestling Legend John "Big John Studd" Minton

Goed fout !

Ja, het kan nog straffer met deze dikke duiveltjes. Qmusic organiseerde weer een foute boel. "Sven Lookalike Wedstrijd"

De opdracht is simpel, althans voor Vlaamse of Duitse mannen: lijk op Sven Ornelis . Voor deze mannen klinkt het vast als muziek in de oren, eindelijk erkenning ! Iedereen die eens naar de markt of park ging heeft ze weleens tegen gekomen deze (meestal) vriendelijke zachte papa's met een groot ringbaardje, kaal kopje en bril (in engels ook weleens chubbies genaamd). Detail deelname: je moet minstens 120 kg wegen (of slechts 100?)