Oh yeah, here's a pic of fatboy Elliott. He's living in San Francisco, but hopefully I'll get to see him again. I wish I could have kept him.





We talked to him about going to Curves, Weight Watchers or Jenny Craig, but he kept denying his problem. Not that him being fat was a problem, he was absolutely adorable. And mushy, and marshmallowy, and squishy. All that a fat boy should be. You could roll him over on his back in your hands and he would just look at you, like "Woman, I swear, if I weren't so fat, I would roll over and right myself." He was so sweet and kissy. I miss him...