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fatty — The funniest part of the night is when I sat down to look something up on Fatty's computer and when I typed in the letters "G" and "I," Fatty's Google history totally sold him out and revealed one of his previous Google searches: "gifts for guys that like guitars with babies" that was clearly from when he used Google to try to figure out what to get his little brother for the holidays. This is fucking priceless and I still laugh every time I see it.

fatty — Fatty got his 14th book of the night! The 30 year pictorial history of CBGBs!

fatty — And Fatty got The Complete Idiot's Guide to Dating. Hahahahah. See? Are you starting to see a pattern here? (Check out his "Haha - fuck you guys" face).

fatty — ...a motherfucking ICE CREAM MAKER! WOOOOO!

fatty — Amanda (I think!) got Siege...

fatty — Fatty got The Ultimate Ice Cream Book (he was stoked to get a book that wasn't a subtle insult) and...

fatty — Fatty shows off one of his few gifts that wasn't about how to better succeed with women; this coffee cup set from Grant and I.

fatty — Fatty reads up on Flirting 101. Hahaha. He bought everybody Richard Dawkins books and everyone bought Fatty books about how to succeed with women. Hahaha.

fatty — And a sweater with a Triceratops iron-on that Meredith made!

fatty — Fatty got a Star of David ornament for his Hanukkah Bush!

fatty — Fatty got No More Mr. Nice Guy - a book about getting what you want with chicks! Hahah.

fatty — We made sure we had a segregated table. The Jews sat on one side of table and repped for the Tribe with this awesome chopstick Star of David...

fatty — Fatty is the Walrus.

fatty — ...THIS AMAZING PHOTO! Hahahaha. Holy shit, this pic makes me LOL every time I see it. (Bonus points for the chopsticks standing in as a spear to the ribs!)

fatty — At some point during the appetizers, we noticed that Amanda was wearing a hoodie with a zipper that went all the way around the hood! So when she zipped it up ALL THE WAY...

fatty — ...it looked like we we'd taken our gimp out from under the stairs for his annual Christmas dinner! (Hey, 'tis the season!). Speaking of JC's birthday, after we looked at this photo, we realized that the wood trim on the wall behind Fatty sort of resembled a sideways crucifix. Which immediately led to...

fatty — That's when we found this gem! Fatty's driver's license from the late, hair-metal 80s. This is back when he was in a band called, and I swear I'm not making this up, Nasty Magic!!!

fatty — Fatty came home about an hour later and he was totally surprised! Here's happy Fatty in front of his very first Christmas Tree / Hanukkah Bush.

fatty — ...by the Fatty! Hahahah. Look at his eyes!

fatty — And the Fatty on the bass.

fatty — Across the room, Fatty was getting warmed up by a certain lady in a shiny shirt who'd take a liking to him. And Grant and I noticed that said certain-lady...

fatty — Grant and Fatty pulled off a pretty sweet combo-shake.

fatty — The ugly face game quickly gave way to the "shake your head back and forth as fast as you can and take a picture of it with the flash on" game. Here's Fatty's rubberface.

fatty — On Thurday night I went out with Amanda, Grant and Fatty (aka Fiasco)!) to celebrate...

fatty — The Fatty's.

fatty — Later that night, a whole bunch of us went to go see Fiasco play at the Delancey.

fatty — The show started out normal enough, but then halfway through the set, this wannabe Lenny Kravitz pushed his way up to the stage and started giving Grant funny looks.

fatty — Then we went to dinner with the Fatty at L'asso where we had chocolate marshmallow pizza for dessert!

fatty — Later that night I went to a party down in Chinatown (right on the block where I used to live!) and met up with Fatty (dressed up as "Tourist Visiting New York"), Amanda (dressed up as Harajuku girl?) and...

fatty — On Saturday afternoon I met up with the Fatty and we decided to hit the Halloween store and try to figure out what we wanted to dress up as. Here's Fatty trying to decide between outfits. In the end, he bought a shirt on St. Mark's Place that said something like "Fuck you, You Fucking Fuck" and decided that he was going to carry around his camera and be a "tourist visiting NYC."

fatty — Yep, there you go. Now you look like you're just visiting.

fatty — Oh, apparently most tourists have black hair so he also bought hair dye and then we went back to his apartment and I helped him dye it.

fatty — Sunday night Fatty hosted HBO TV night at his house and we totally gorged ourselves with Indian food.

fatty — Carly (Candy's sister!) and Fatty.

fatty — On Saturday morning, we all got up bright and early and hit the Odessa Dinner for some brunch. Clockwise from left: Tom and David from Apartment, Kim, Meredith, Niki and the Fatty. (By the way, check out the brains on the Fatty reading Richard Dawkins a full two years before he became a household name!).

fatty — Fatty give Frank the ol' "get a load of this guy."

fatty — ...we drove back to NYC and then Fatty (and my Dad, not pictured!) helped Grant and I move all my stuff into my new place. Thanks so much, guys!

fatty — Friday morning I took the Fatty out for some delicous pad thai to thank him for helping me move, then I headed downtown to meet up with Niki so we could do some...

fatty — Happy birthday, Fatty! I hope you don't mind that we had to break into your place and vandalize it to give you your gift! We love you!

fatty — Close up!

fatty — The next day, Vin and I went back so that Vin could finish the mural.

fatty — When we showed up, Fatty was laughing (THANK GOD!). We explained the joke and told him about our plans to surprise him with the mural at the party.

fatty — Should things go awry, my plan was to blame it all on this guy. After all, it was HIS idea, your honor.

fatty — It totally looks JUST LIKE FATTY! I got a call from Grant and I was like "You need to come here RIGHT NOW and see this!"

fatty — So you're probably wondering how we planned on hiding this from Fatty and surprising him with this, right? Well, here's what we came up with!

fatty — With that in mind, I got out of Vin's hair and let him get back to work.

fatty — Here's his first sketch! A pretty decent first attempt, no doubt. But I explained that we wanted Fatty to look "more metal" while playing the guitar.

fatty — Well, Vin took my feedback and pretty much nailed it on his second sketch. Hahahahaha. BINGO! I think we have a winner!

fatty — Fatty was shoveling the ice cream into his maw so quickly his hands were a blur!

fatty — Fatty's poooofy beach hair.

fatty — A day at the beach followed by some motherfucking softserve! Here's Fatty making friends with Mister Softee.

fatty — Fatty taking a picture of me taking a picture of him.

fatty — Squinty Fatty and Meredith.

fatty — Fiasco

fatty — Mer (who looks real pretty in this photo...awwww) and The Fatty.

fatty — Mmmmmm.

fatty — ...and get our weird brunch on.

fatty — On Thursday night I went over to Bar13 to see Fiasco play a show there. Here's Fatty getting himself psyched up for the performance. Haha.

fatty — Make it flame!

fatty — Friday night I went to Fatty's house and we all grilled up some dinner out on his giant deck. (That's right, the dude's got a deck in Manhattan!).

fatty — That'll do it. Thanks.

fatty — He was in rare form that night, that's fer sure.

fatty — Fatty (on the phone maybe?).

fatty — Fatty and Al.

fatty — A double drink-fisting dancefloor disco machine.

fatty — Hahahah. (Note Fatty's GIANT glass of scotch!)

fatty — Fatty, are you dirty-talking Alysha?!?

fatty — Hahah.

fatty — Fatty even showed up trashed out of his mind with a bunch of his co-workers! One of them passed out on the infamous couch in the back. (The site of 2004's infamous "Drunk Guy Jenga") And despite her being one of Fatty's co-workers, rules are rules. If you pass out in public, it probably means that...

fatty — On Thursday we went to Fatty's house and when he folded up his murphy bed...

fatty — Fast forward a week and Meredith and I have just gotten back into town after our trip. I immediately rang up the boys and we made plans to meet up for a drink so that I could bestow upon them exotic gifts from Jamaica...

fatty — Fatty put it back in the back, rolled it up and lit it. No harm done!

fatty — After dinner we picked up a Duraflame log so that we could try out the fireplace in Fatty's apartment! It wasn't working when he moved in, but he dropped a chunk of change to have it cleaned and repaired and he was finally ready for his inaugural fire. While we weren't paying attention he made the rookie mistake of unwrapping the log from the wrapper.

fatty — ...stupid photos of us putting spoons in our eyes and talking like robots. (WTF?).

fatty — On Monday night I met up with Grant and Fatty for some tasty Thai and some...

fatty — Fatty and then-girlfriend Gee-Ritty.

fatty — Fiasco rocked it. And I even managed to grab a (yes, somewhat shoddy) pic of Grant pulling some DLR action on stage.

fatty — Grant, Fatty and Frank after the show. Is it me, or does Fatty look a bit like Richard Hell in this pic?

fatty — This one gets the ladies every time.

fatty — Fatty and Meredith hit the crazy light-up color-changing dance floor to show off some moves.

fatty — So after several emails back and forth, we all finally got to meet big Nick S. who'd been reading my site for a few years. Upon first meeting the Fatty he even had the audacity to give Fatty the "get a load of this guy" face. Hahaha.

fatty — On Tuesday I checked out the much-anticipated biography on David Fateman...

fatty — Gee-Ritty or Sparkleboots, some dude, Fatty and Scott.

fatty — Fatty always has girlfriends that last about 4-6 weeks each. If we get to meet them at all, it's usually just in passing and only serves so that we can think up a nickname for them that we can later use to distinguish them from the others when he inevitably breaks up and wants to talk about them. Here he is with a girl that we dubbed either "Sparkleboots" or "Gee-Ritty" (I'm not even sure which one!). Any hot ladies out there in the NYC area that think they can tame the hunk-a-hunk of burning Fatty, ~~email me and I'll hook it up, yo.~~ (Sorry, ladies! As of the summer of 2008, The Fatty is engaged and off the market!)

fatty — Fatty pulls his famous "Don't I look just like JFK Jr?" face.

fatty — Another rock shot.

fatty — Check out the Fatty pulling out the disco smile for Siege's camera! Cha-ching!

fatty — Fiasco hit the stage like a bizzomb.

fatty — Fatty, on the other hand, should wear eyeliner every day!

fatty — The Fatty croons while showing off his JFK Jr. hair. (Bowling? Celebrity Hair Impersonations? Jeez, what CAN'T this guy do?)

fatty — Sore-Loser Emily tries to break the Champ's "bowling hand" on the street.

fatty — Sweet Tits Whoomped her way into last place! (But at least she managed to block Fatty from gloating with his "I'm number one!" pose in the background).

fatty — Big Fatty put the Big Guns to use and came out on top.

fatty — Fatty celebrates by making the "X is for strike" sign (bonus points awarded for also having two "I'm number one" index fingers extended).

fatty — Emily lends some locks so that Colin's ball could have a matching 'doo.

fatty — Next up was Grant and his bowling ball titties. (Bonus points for Fatty's "smells like shit" face in the background).

fatty — ...a Prime Time flexdown!

fatty — Fatty gives "Big Green" a quick Lady Liberty hoist before giving us...

fatty — Saturday night we all met up at Emily's fancy new apartment to go bowling. Grant called to tell us he was on his way and Fatty announced that he was going to hide in the bathroom and jump out when Grant came in the door (Hey, remember Scaring Grant?) So Grant walked in the door and Fatty jumped out screaming (holding a roll of toilet paper and wearing a towel on his head, no less) but Grant hardly flinched this time. Bah. Anyway, on to bowling!

fatty — ...Fatty and Meredith made monkey faces...

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