I cant help it, I just love gravy
It seems as though Notre Dame's resident lardass is pursuing malpractice litigation against two surgeons, who Weis claims were grossly negligent during his initial post-op recovery. The Notre Dame Doughboy claims that due to this negligence he needed another surgery, spent over a month in the hospital, almost died, and has lasting nerve damage in his feet. Weis claims that after he had the gastric bypass surgery - a procedure from which at least 1 in 50 die - he suffered from internal bleeding and an infection for two days before doctors took action to remedy his ails.
A tragic story? Nah, more like the direct results of living like a pig. It's hard to believe that Fatty Fatty 2x4 couldnt do better than McD's or Wendy's. This is no longer 1970, and the player's meals are no longer 5 steaks and 4 baked potatoes. These dudes are fed scientifically planned meals, with direct regard to personal well being - are we to believe that Weis was not permitted to eat the same food available to players? Doubtful. Did Charlie's wife refuse to pack her chubby hubby a decent lunch and/or dinner? Not buying that, either.
Malfunctioning biochemistry notwithstanding, most fatasses are that way because they eat shitty food - and way too much of it. They're like fucking cheeseburger vacuum cleaners. At least, that's how I got to be tubby - and I know I'm not the only one. So, what is a person to do after they've swallowed their way to gargantuan status? Eat decent fucking food and get that fat ass on a treadmill. Sweet jumping Jesus Christ, this isnt a fucking secret.
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Note to Charlie: Your feet are going to hurt if they always have to carry the weight of a school bus on them every day. Drop a ton or two, see if that "nerve damage" doesnt fix itself.
Also, someone please get Whitlock on a diet - I dont want to find out I'm not going to ever get new columns from him because he tried to swallow a whole chicken and died.
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