<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1190390413399623024</id><updated>2011-06-08T00:31:39.348-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Fat Goon Blog</title><subtitle type='html'>Actual quotes from members of the &lt;a href="http://forums.somethingawful.com/"&gt;Something Awful forums&lt;/a&gt;</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fatgoon.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1190390413399623024/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatgoon.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1190390413399623024/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Fat Goon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14080009679018430244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>154</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1190390413399623024.post-3856288271916288018</id><published>2007-09-06T23:56:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-09-07T00:01:39.197-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Fat Goon Blog has moved to &lt;a href="http://www.fatgoon.com/blog/"&gt;http://www.fatgoon.com/blog/&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/typepad/fatgoon"&gt;New feed URL&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1190390413399623024-3856288271916288018?l=fatgoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1190390413399623024/posts/default/3856288271916288018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1190390413399623024/posts/default/3856288271916288018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatgoon.blogspot.com/2007/09/fat-goon-blog-has-moved-to-httpwww.html' title=''/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12195841403989686615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1190390413399623024.post-5482106799924178880</id><published>2007-09-03T21:28:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2007-09-03T21:28:48.987-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;baconators are really good and i'm not even fat &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1190390413399623024-5482106799924178880?l=fatgoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1190390413399623024/posts/default/5482106799924178880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1190390413399623024/posts/default/5482106799924178880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatgoon.blogspot.com/2007/09/baconators-are-really-good-and-im-not.html' title=''/><author><name>Eli G. Hodapp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13473032868985130030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1190390413399623024.post-5242248479109825421</id><published>2007-08-31T13:19:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-08-31T13:40:40.879-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I drink a gallon of 2% chocolate milk between 4 and 6:30 PM every day. Perhaps chocolate makes it go down easier?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't realize I was drinking a gallon a day until I got a miniature fridge in my room and was the only person drinking milk out of it. It's easy to drink a gallon of milk when you're drinking it 64 ounces at a time!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1190390413399623024-5242248479109825421?l=fatgoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1190390413399623024/posts/default/5242248479109825421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1190390413399623024/posts/default/5242248479109825421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatgoon.blogspot.com/2007/08/i-also-drink-gallon-of-2-chocolate-milk.html' title=''/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12195841403989686615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1190390413399623024.post-7728698168818027865</id><published>2007-08-28T08:59:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-08-28T09:19:39.952-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>You have tea. We have Diet Coke. I'm fine with this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1190390413399623024-7728698168818027865?l=fatgoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1190390413399623024/posts/default/7728698168818027865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1190390413399623024/posts/default/7728698168818027865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatgoon.blogspot.com/2007/08/you-have-tea.html' title=''/><author><name>brainsample</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1190390413399623024.post-3405901153663076681</id><published>2007-08-28T08:54:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-08-28T08:56:23.294-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh man, biscuits. Bojangle's and Popeye's chicken chains have AWESOME biscuits.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1190390413399623024-3405901153663076681?l=fatgoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1190390413399623024/posts/default/3405901153663076681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1190390413399623024/posts/default/3405901153663076681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatgoon.blogspot.com/2007/08/oh-man-biscuits.html' title=''/><author><name>brainsample</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1190390413399623024.post-5848412318514158530</id><published>2007-08-28T08:52:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2007-08-28T08:54:14.549-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>[Re: ranch dressing] You have to have it with Pizza, you have to have it with Carrots, you have to have it on a salad, you have to have it with pretty much everything that you eat which could even remotely use a "dipping sauce."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1190390413399623024-5848412318514158530?l=fatgoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1190390413399623024/posts/default/5848412318514158530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1190390413399623024/posts/default/5848412318514158530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatgoon.blogspot.com/2007/08/re-ranch-dressing-you-have-to-have-it.html' title=''/><author><name>brainsample</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1190390413399623024.post-3238324738387160903</id><published>2007-08-28T08:52:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2007-08-28T08:52:40.803-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Popcorn is an excellent snack for any time at all, I don't understand why people would artificially limit themselves to eating it only while watching movies.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1190390413399623024-3238324738387160903?l=fatgoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1190390413399623024/posts/default/3238324738387160903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1190390413399623024/posts/default/3238324738387160903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatgoon.blogspot.com/2007/08/popcorn-is-excellent-snack-for-any-time.html' title=''/><author><name>brainsample</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1190390413399623024.post-4973251126951426025</id><published>2007-08-28T08:51:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2007-08-28T08:51:32.704-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Combine meat/flavor pack together with the weird shaped cooked noodles, grab a fork, and eat the entire thing all by yourself right out of the pan. The whole thing. You can't call yourself an American unless you do this once a month.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1190390413399623024-4973251126951426025?l=fatgoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1190390413399623024/posts/default/4973251126951426025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1190390413399623024/posts/default/4973251126951426025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatgoon.blogspot.com/2007/08/combine-meatflavor-pack-together-with.html' title=''/><author><name>brainsample</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1190390413399623024.post-559165818128905357</id><published>2007-08-28T08:48:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-08-28T08:49:05.527-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>We don't eat toast here unless its filled with something and topped with icing. Who needs Marmite when you have your choice of various Toaster Strudels and Pop Tarts.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1190390413399623024-559165818128905357?l=fatgoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1190390413399623024/posts/default/559165818128905357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1190390413399623024/posts/default/559165818128905357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatgoon.blogspot.com/2007/08/we-dont-eat-toast-here-unless-its.html' title=''/><author><name>brainsample</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1190390413399623024.post-3560794682448022560</id><published>2007-08-28T08:45:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-08-28T08:47:31.216-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'll have to admit it's disgusting how often I use it, but I have definitely fallen into the ranch dressing pit of despair. I'm one of the sad American creatures that does pretty much use it with anything, especially fries and pizza. I know it looks gross and is extremely unhealthy, but I just can't help myself. So tasty...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have to admit it's at least useful when whatever you're dipping in it wasn't very good in the first place - it covers up mediocre flavor quite well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edit: Also, Twinkies = same thing - one of the scariest things to come out of a factory, and yet I'm inexplicably drawn to them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1190390413399623024-3560794682448022560?l=fatgoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1190390413399623024/posts/default/3560794682448022560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1190390413399623024/posts/default/3560794682448022560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatgoon.blogspot.com/2007/08/ill-have-to-admit-its-disgusting-how.html' title=''/><author><name>brainsample</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1190390413399623024.post-1712452627006073602</id><published>2007-08-27T09:53:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-08-27T09:54:45.114-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So I'm sitting here watching my Naruto and eating my Chinese food, but when the puppets started flying I had to stop eating so I could pay more attention to the awesome.  Forcing me to put down food is the mark of maximum quality for any show :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1190390413399623024-1712452627006073602?l=fatgoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1190390413399623024/posts/default/1712452627006073602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1190390413399623024/posts/default/1712452627006073602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatgoon.blogspot.com/2007/08/so-im-sitting-here-watching-my-naruto.html' title=''/><author><name>Eli G. Hodapp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13473032868985130030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1190390413399623024.post-6788968051556619107</id><published>2007-08-24T08:46:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2007-08-24T08:46:59.349-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hell, if I paid $20 on 99c value menu Junior Bacon Cheese Burgers at Wendy's rather than a crave case with cheese, I am probably getting twice the amount of food, at a cheaper price to boot. Viva Wendy's!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1190390413399623024-6788968051556619107?l=fatgoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1190390413399623024/posts/default/6788968051556619107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1190390413399623024/posts/default/6788968051556619107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatgoon.blogspot.com/2007/08/hell-if-i-paid-20-on-99c-value-menu.html' title=''/><author><name>Eli G. Hodapp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13473032868985130030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1190390413399623024.post-1832746818949734611</id><published>2007-08-24T08:45:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-08-24T08:46:03.291-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I can easily eat two [Arby's roast beef sandwiches] and still be hungry.  Fuck, man.  Fuck.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1190390413399623024-1832746818949734611?l=fatgoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1190390413399623024/posts/default/1832746818949734611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1190390413399623024/posts/default/1832746818949734611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatgoon.blogspot.com/2007/08/i-can-easily-eat-two-arbys-roast-beef.html' title=''/><author><name>Eli G. Hodapp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13473032868985130030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1190390413399623024.post-7397753899543787584</id><published>2007-08-24T08:22:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2007-08-24T08:22:06.682-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm saddened by the Krispy Kreme hate in this thread :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1190390413399623024-7397753899543787584?l=fatgoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1190390413399623024/posts/default/7397753899543787584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1190390413399623024/posts/default/7397753899543787584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatgoon.blogspot.com/2007/08/im-saddened-by-krispy-kreme-hate-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Eli G. Hodapp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13473032868985130030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1190390413399623024.post-8768532029827243950</id><published>2007-08-23T12:53:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2007-08-23T12:53:10.272-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just thought of something: that delicious, DELICIOUS cinnamony bread pudding they have at Ponderosas and Golden Corrals and buffets of that nature. I always put away a full plate of that stuff no matter how full I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SWEET JESUS&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1190390413399623024-8768532029827243950?l=fatgoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1190390413399623024/posts/default/8768532029827243950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1190390413399623024/posts/default/8768532029827243950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatgoon.blogspot.com/2007/08/just-thought-of-something-that.html' title=''/><author><name>Eli G. Hodapp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13473032868985130030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1190390413399623024.post-2556843611961009002</id><published>2007-08-23T12:51:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2007-08-23T12:51:43.383-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>...ten buffalo wings is 1100 calories.  There will be times I eat 40 or 50.  God it's depressing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1190390413399623024-2556843611961009002?l=fatgoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1190390413399623024/posts/default/2556843611961009002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1190390413399623024/posts/default/2556843611961009002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatgoon.blogspot.com/2007/08/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Eli G. Hodapp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13473032868985130030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1190390413399623024.post-1440272593312983154</id><published>2007-08-23T12:49:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2007-08-23T12:49:20.582-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Garlic fingers from Pizza Delight with simulated bacon bits with donair sauce for dipping, oh god, I am drooling.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1190390413399623024-1440272593312983154?l=fatgoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1190390413399623024/posts/default/1440272593312983154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1190390413399623024/posts/default/1440272593312983154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatgoon.blogspot.com/2007/08/garlic-fingers-from-pizza-delight-with.html' title=''/><author><name>Eli G. Hodapp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13473032868985130030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1190390413399623024.post-106806305513836353</id><published>2007-08-23T12:48:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-08-23T12:49:04.014-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I love fries, dressing and gravy, I am pretty sure this is a Canadian thing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1190390413399623024-106806305513836353?l=fatgoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1190390413399623024/posts/default/106806305513836353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1190390413399623024/posts/default/106806305513836353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatgoon.blogspot.com/2007/08/i-love-fries-dressing-and-gravy-i-am.html' title=''/><author><name>Eli G. Hodapp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13473032868985130030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1190390413399623024.post-5313042483616944545</id><published>2007-08-23T12:45:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2007-08-23T12:45:40.551-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>1000+ calories, so fucking good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1190390413399623024-5313042483616944545?l=fatgoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1190390413399623024/posts/default/5313042483616944545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1190390413399623024/posts/default/5313042483616944545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatgoon.blogspot.com/2007/08/1000-calories-so-fucking-good.html' title=''/><author><name>Eli G. Hodapp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13473032868985130030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1190390413399623024.post-7968103121032476912</id><published>2007-08-23T12:44:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2007-08-23T12:44:21.144-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I've discovered that McDonald's fries taste a thousand times better than they already do if you dip them in a McFlurry. They should seriously make an item of this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1190390413399623024-7968103121032476912?l=fatgoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1190390413399623024/posts/default/7968103121032476912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1190390413399623024/posts/default/7968103121032476912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatgoon.blogspot.com/2007/08/ive-discovered-that-mcdonalds-fries.html' title=''/><author><name>Eli G. Hodapp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13473032868985130030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1190390413399623024.post-1382343137092757911</id><published>2007-08-23T12:41:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-08-23T12:42:44.576-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm firmly convinced that God created [Whataburger] during the seventh day so he could get a double bacon cheeseburger with a shake. When I went to visit my parents in Dallas a month ago, my sister took me by a Whataburger so I could get a Double Meat Bacon Cheeseburger with a chocolate shake. It was a feast of the Gods I tell you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1190390413399623024-1382343137092757911?l=fatgoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1190390413399623024/posts/default/1382343137092757911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1190390413399623024/posts/default/1382343137092757911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatgoon.blogspot.com/2007/08/im-firmly-convinced-that-god-created.html' title=''/><author><name>Eli G. Hodapp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13473032868985130030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1190390413399623024.post-6444420742703436559</id><published>2007-08-22T21:07:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2007-08-22T21:07:54.457-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>What is more filling? Small coke/fries and big mac or 3 double cheeseburgers and 2 snack wraps?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1190390413399623024-6444420742703436559?l=fatgoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1190390413399623024/posts/default/6444420742703436559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1190390413399623024/posts/default/6444420742703436559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatgoon.blogspot.com/2007/08/what-is-more-filling-small-cokefries.html' title=''/><author><name>Eli G. Hodapp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13473032868985130030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1190390413399623024.post-4565983601546890620</id><published>2007-08-21T15:09:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2007-08-21T15:09:38.061-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Let's face it, bacon goes good on everything.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1190390413399623024-4565983601546890620?l=fatgoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1190390413399623024/posts/default/4565983601546890620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1190390413399623024/posts/default/4565983601546890620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatgoon.blogspot.com/2007/08/lets-face-it-bacon-goes-good-on.html' title=''/><author><name>Eli G. Hodapp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13473032868985130030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1190390413399623024.post-7816159513865765871</id><published>2007-08-21T15:08:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2007-08-21T15:09:16.783-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>McDonalds Mcgriddles. Nearly 600 calories of baked syrupy goodness and I can eat like 4 of them for breakfast.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1190390413399623024-7816159513865765871?l=fatgoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1190390413399623024/posts/default/7816159513865765871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1190390413399623024/posts/default/7816159513865765871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatgoon.blogspot.com/2007/08/mcdonalds-mcgriddles.html' title=''/><author><name>Eli G. Hodapp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13473032868985130030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1190390413399623024.post-7644576108279946259</id><published>2007-08-21T15:02:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2007-08-21T15:02:45.419-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>1070 calories for the burger, 330 calories for the tots, and 340 from the drink. 1740 calories of awesome.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1190390413399623024-7644576108279946259?l=fatgoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1190390413399623024/posts/default/7644576108279946259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1190390413399623024/posts/default/7644576108279946259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatgoon.blogspot.com/2007/08/1070-calories-for-burger-330-calories.html' title=''/><author><name>Eli G. Hodapp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13473032868985130030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1190390413399623024.post-3097543716132467909</id><published>2007-08-21T14:46:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2007-08-21T14:46:47.673-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I went to Outback and ordered a steak. It came with a dinner salad before hand. My waiter asked me what I'd like on it, and I told him of my hatred.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Unless you make it entirely out of croûtons and ranch dressing I won't be eating it, but thanks anyway."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 minutes later, a plate full of croûtons covered in ranch dressing adorned my plate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, that man got a 30% tip.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1190390413399623024-3097543716132467909?l=fatgoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1190390413399623024/posts/default/3097543716132467909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1190390413399623024/posts/default/3097543716132467909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatgoon.blogspot.com/2007/08/i-went-to-outback-and-ordered-steak.html' title=''/><author><name>Eli G. Hodapp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13473032868985130030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1190390413399623024.post-2536680502328878802</id><published>2007-08-19T20:17:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2007-08-19T20:17:31.321-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh look veggies, great but maybe I'm not that hungry and I just want to eat the piece of meat. Get over it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1190390413399623024-2536680502328878802?l=fatgoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1190390413399623024/posts/default/2536680502328878802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1190390413399623024/posts/default/2536680502328878802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatgoon.blogspot.com/2007/08/oh-look-veggies-great-but-maybe-im-not.html' title=''/><author><name>brainsample</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1190390413399623024.post-526683269340945581</id><published>2007-08-17T07:32:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2007-08-17T07:32:27.877-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Cheese is the only thing preventing me from becoming a complete vegan. I love the stuff too much, it's too addictive, and too damned tasty to restrict from my diet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1190390413399623024-526683269340945581?l=fatgoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1190390413399623024/posts/default/526683269340945581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1190390413399623024/posts/default/526683269340945581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatgoon.blogspot.com/2007/08/cheese-is-only-thing-preventing-me-from.html' title=''/><author><name>Eli G. Hodapp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13473032868985130030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1190390413399623024.post-6704673381177263901</id><published>2007-08-16T20:40:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-08-16T20:41:16.889-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Recently my navel has been really greasy. [...] I haven't seen a doctor or anything because I figured it wasn't serious, but it's really bizarre how greasy it is.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1190390413399623024-6704673381177263901?l=fatgoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1190390413399623024/posts/default/6704673381177263901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1190390413399623024/posts/default/6704673381177263901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatgoon.blogspot.com/2007/08/recently-my-navel-has-been-really.html' title=''/><author><name>Eli G. Hodapp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13473032868985130030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1190390413399623024.post-4007577529712062865</id><published>2007-08-16T16:42:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2007-08-16T16:42:27.497-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>What a waste of both ramen and Mountain Dew.   &lt;!-- google_ad_section_end --&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1190390413399623024-4007577529712062865?l=fatgoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1190390413399623024/posts/default/4007577529712062865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1190390413399623024/posts/default/4007577529712062865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatgoon.blogspot.com/2007/08/what-waste-of-both-ramen-and-mountain.html' title=''/><author><name>Eli G. Hodapp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13473032868985130030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1190390413399623024.post-1374136022494541385</id><published>2007-08-13T13:07:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2007-08-13T13:07:21.284-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Scrambled eggs in bacon grease is one of the best things ever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1190390413399623024-1374136022494541385?l=fatgoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1190390413399623024/posts/default/1374136022494541385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1190390413399623024/posts/default/1374136022494541385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatgoon.blogspot.com/2007/08/scrambled-eggs-in-bacon-grease-is-one.html' title=''/><author><name>Eli G. Hodapp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13473032868985130030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1190390413399623024.post-8965760626198841070</id><published>2007-08-13T09:13:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-08-13T09:14:12.714-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My normal caffeination regimen:&lt;br /&gt;6:30am 16oz can Monster Lo-Carb (blue can)&lt;br /&gt;7:30am 44oz Fountain Diet Mt. Dew (Speedy Rewards, yeah!)&lt;br /&gt;9:30am 44oz Fountain Diet Pepsi (All work carries)&lt;br /&gt;12:00pm 44oz Fountain Diet Pepse (See previous)&lt;br /&gt;2:00pm 20oz Diet Mt. Dew (vending machine, cafeteria closes @ 1)&lt;br /&gt;3:45pm 44oz Fountain Diet Mt. Dew (Speedy Rewards for the road, yeah!)&lt;br /&gt;6:00pm 16oz can Monster Lo-Carb w/dinner&lt;br /&gt;6:30pm - bedtime - various glasses of caffeinated drinks as thirst arises.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1190390413399623024-8965760626198841070?l=fatgoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1190390413399623024/posts/default/8965760626198841070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1190390413399623024/posts/default/8965760626198841070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatgoon.blogspot.com/2007/08/my-normal-caffeination-regimen-630am.html' title=''/><author><name>Eli G. Hodapp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13473032868985130030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1190390413399623024.post-74001422137063086</id><published>2007-08-12T12:46:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-08-12T12:47:24.612-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>90% of my wardrobe consists of the exact same gimmick: T-shirts and stretch pants. [...]  Because of my constant pant size fluctuations, I don't tend to prefer jeans.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1190390413399623024-74001422137063086?l=fatgoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1190390413399623024/posts/default/74001422137063086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1190390413399623024/posts/default/74001422137063086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatgoon.blogspot.com/2007/08/90-of-my-wardrobe-consists-of-exact.html' title=''/><author><name>Eli G. Hodapp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13473032868985130030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1190390413399623024.post-3310545519594980657</id><published>2007-08-10T10:57:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2007-08-10T10:57:56.682-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>South Africa falling apart, now Gaza.  Seems like a pretty unhappy posting day here in GBS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To make things worse, my Big Bacon Classic keeps falling to pieces, too.  Onions keep falling out and everything.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1190390413399623024-3310545519594980657?l=fatgoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1190390413399623024/posts/default/3310545519594980657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1190390413399623024/posts/default/3310545519594980657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatgoon.blogspot.com/2007/08/south-africa-falling-apart-now-gaza.html' title=''/><author><name>Eli G. Hodapp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13473032868985130030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1190390413399623024.post-1855628325740831580</id><published>2007-08-10T07:52:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2007-08-10T07:52:30.434-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Last night I ate half a jar of regular creamy peanut butter.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1190390413399623024-1855628325740831580?l=fatgoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1190390413399623024/posts/default/1855628325740831580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1190390413399623024/posts/default/1855628325740831580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatgoon.blogspot.com/2007/08/last-night-i-ate-half-jar-of-regular.html' title=''/><author><name>Eli G. Hodapp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13473032868985130030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1190390413399623024.post-5613159014414753639</id><published>2007-08-10T07:43:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2007-08-10T07:43:20.270-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Man, I sure am tired of being fat.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1190390413399623024-5613159014414753639?l=fatgoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1190390413399623024/posts/default/5613159014414753639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1190390413399623024/posts/default/5613159014414753639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatgoon.blogspot.com/2007/08/man-i-sure-am-tired-of-being-fat.html' title=''/><author><name>Eli G. Hodapp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13473032868985130030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1190390413399623024.post-185143830909531679</id><published>2007-08-10T07:39:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2007-08-10T07:39:53.126-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HOLY SHIT I WEIGH MORE THAN 400 FUCKING POUNDS.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1190390413399623024-185143830909531679?l=fatgoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1190390413399623024/posts/default/185143830909531679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1190390413399623024/posts/default/185143830909531679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatgoon.blogspot.com/2007/08/holy-shit-i-weigh-more-than-400-fucking.html' title=''/><author><name>Eli G. Hodapp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13473032868985130030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1190390413399623024.post-9121582699690751433</id><published>2007-08-10T07:36:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2007-08-10T07:36:46.423-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's just, it's been half a year now, and I've gone from horrible troll under a bridge to ugly really fat girl.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1190390413399623024-9121582699690751433?l=fatgoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1190390413399623024/posts/default/9121582699690751433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1190390413399623024/posts/default/9121582699690751433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatgoon.blogspot.com/2007/08/its-just-its-been-half-year-now-and-ive.html' title=''/><author><name>Eli G. Hodapp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13473032868985130030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1190390413399623024.post-2019945491840904744</id><published>2007-08-10T07:30:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2007-08-10T07:30:26.295-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>On the Couch-to-5k plan, is it safe to run while significantly obese?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1190390413399623024-2019945491840904744?l=fatgoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1190390413399623024/posts/default/2019945491840904744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1190390413399623024/posts/default/2019945491840904744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatgoon.blogspot.com/2007/08/on-couch-to-5k-plan-is-it-safe-to-run.html' title=''/><author><name>Eli G. Hodapp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13473032868985130030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1190390413399623024.post-8358316415161767769</id><published>2007-08-10T07:20:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-08-10T07:21:00.398-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well, for the curious, &lt;a href="http://www.oldwillknottscales.com/index.asp?PageAction=VIEWPROD&amp;amp;ProdID=8" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;my new scale&lt;/a&gt; arrived on Friday. I've been tracking my weight each evening since then. It has a 550 lb capacity, and I actually like the "voice" feature that tells me my weight instead of me having to try and look. The scale is also much larger than a regular bathroom scale, and feels more stable. I've been between 436.2 and 438.4 over the past four days.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1190390413399623024-8358316415161767769?l=fatgoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1190390413399623024/posts/default/8358316415161767769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1190390413399623024/posts/default/8358316415161767769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatgoon.blogspot.com/2007/08/well-for-curious-my-new-scale-arrived.html' title=''/><author><name>Eli G. Hodapp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13473032868985130030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1190390413399623024.post-4048779304056193277</id><published>2007-08-04T19:44:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2007-08-04T19:44:15.930-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm also furious that the only Bennigan's in Rochester (that I knew of) on dowtown Main Street was not only purchased by someone else, but they DROPPED the fucking Monte Cristo off their menu. That was the only reason anyone I knew ever went there. I found out the hard way a month ago and nearly burst into tears in front of the waiter.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1190390413399623024-4048779304056193277?l=fatgoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1190390413399623024/posts/default/4048779304056193277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1190390413399623024/posts/default/4048779304056193277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatgoon.blogspot.com/2007/08/im-also-furious-that-only-bennigans-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12195841403989686615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1190390413399623024.post-8880267813499308189</id><published>2007-08-04T19:43:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2007-08-04T19:43:47.353-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I work in a hoagie shop, and whenever the feeling hits me right, I like to make a chicken finger parm where mozzarella sticks serve as the cheese. For the full-out Grease Truck, just add some french fries. Delicious.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1190390413399623024-8880267813499308189?l=fatgoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1190390413399623024/posts/default/8880267813499308189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1190390413399623024/posts/default/8880267813499308189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatgoon.blogspot.com/2007/08/i-work-in-hoagie-shop-and-whenever.html' title=''/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12195841403989686615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1190390413399623024.post-7773477320008986409</id><published>2007-07-31T20:51:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2007-07-31T20:51:37.166-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm too large because i drink too much and move too little. my food intake is actually pretty healthy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1190390413399623024-7773477320008986409?l=fatgoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1190390413399623024/posts/default/7773477320008986409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1190390413399623024/posts/default/7773477320008986409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatgoon.blogspot.com/2007/07/im-too-large-because-i-drink-too-much.html' title=''/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12195841403989686615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1190390413399623024.post-3435173417762692008</id><published>2007-07-24T00:04:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-07-24T00:07:43.529-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I had a turkey sandwhich... what I usually have. Perhaps I should switch it up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm not depressed, I didn't give up on life, I chose to play WOW, it is my own fault.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got accepted to University and I got funded for school and I am getting a trust fund, I am far from depressed. The only down moment for me right now is the fact that my back is killing me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1190390413399623024-3435173417762692008?l=fatgoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1190390413399623024/posts/default/3435173417762692008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1190390413399623024/posts/default/3435173417762692008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatgoon.blogspot.com/2007/07/i-had-turkey-sandwhich.html' title=''/><author><name>brainsample</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1190390413399623024.post-6982250166522242944</id><published>2007-07-24T00:01:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-07-24T00:04:32.184-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello, I am morbidly obese and I don't really want to lose weight to be honest. My problem is my back and just doing normal activities. I am 6'5" 350 and I have been this weight since I was 16. I've been fine with it to be honest, I was happy with my body. I am 20 now and going on 21 [...] I decided to go on a walk to the store a block away to buy bread and this is where it became a huge problem for me. I couldn't get to the store without being extremely winded and being in EXTREME pain [...] One plus thing is that my mom accidently broke my laptop. She tripped over the power cord and snapped my motherboard in half. I have to go on my mom's pos desktop to use the computer and I can't play WOW now, I guess it's a blessing in disguise. But my back hurts so much right now as I sit here and type this message.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1190390413399623024-6982250166522242944?l=fatgoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1190390413399623024/posts/default/6982250166522242944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1190390413399623024/posts/default/6982250166522242944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatgoon.blogspot.com/2007/07/hello-i-am-morbidly-obese-and-i-dont.html' title=''/><author><name>brainsample</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1190390413399623024.post-5523395167295077272</id><published>2007-07-18T00:20:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2007-07-18T00:20:49.277-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm in the last stages of the paperwork for a medicinal marajuana perscrition. Thing is its gonna suck because I'm one of those people who have trouble keeping weight off even if I hardly eat. Even when I was doing heavy aerobic excersize at a physically demanding job, I didn't get that thin. And with 2 spinal injuries and a messed up hip and knee, most calorie-buring forms of excersize are out for me. When my innards were screwing up and I was down to 600 calories/day I slowly lost weight but now that I'm eating normally (slightly less than an average person) my weight is going back up again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I hope that the perscription doens't make me too wobbly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1190390413399623024-5523395167295077272?l=fatgoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1190390413399623024/posts/default/5523395167295077272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1190390413399623024/posts/default/5523395167295077272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatgoon.blogspot.com/2007/07/im-in-last-stages-of-paperwork-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12195841403989686615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1190390413399623024.post-3717180174641838714</id><published>2007-07-12T17:34:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-07-12T17:35:03.512-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'd like to see some kind of "food warmer" built into cars. I hate getting things to go only to have them be cold by the time I get home and microwaving things makes them taste funny.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1190390413399623024-3717180174641838714?l=fatgoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1190390413399623024/posts/default/3717180174641838714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1190390413399623024/posts/default/3717180174641838714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatgoon.blogspot.com/2007/07/id-like-to-see-some-kind-of-food-warmer.html' title=''/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12195841403989686615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1190390413399623024.post-7149391055175581123</id><published>2007-07-11T19:47:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2007-07-11T19:47:14.188-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>When I go to the freezer and see that a TV dinner requires me to stop it halfway to stir, I don't even bother. I just pick something else.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1190390413399623024-7149391055175581123?l=fatgoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1190390413399623024/posts/default/7149391055175581123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1190390413399623024/posts/default/7149391055175581123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatgoon.blogspot.com/2007/07/when-i-go-to-freezer-and-see-that-tv.html' title=''/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12195841403989686615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1190390413399623024.post-754476461772522422</id><published>2007-07-10T18:57:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2007-07-10T18:58:07.617-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Whenever I go to Wendy's with my family, we all dip our fries in the chocolate Frosties. All my friends thought I was crazy for that one until I convinced them to try it. Now they all do it too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1190390413399623024-754476461772522422?l=fatgoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1190390413399623024/posts/default/754476461772522422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1190390413399623024/posts/default/754476461772522422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatgoon.blogspot.com/2007/07/whenever-i-go-to-wendys-with-my-family.html' title=''/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12195841403989686615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1190390413399623024.post-4323875446196972365</id><published>2007-07-10T18:57:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2007-07-10T18:57:46.176-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I love to mix Cherry Coke and chocolate milk, too. People freak out at that for some reason and I can't figure out why. It's like a sundae, but drinkable!  And I can't eat a turkey and cheese sandwich unless I put Flaming-Hot Cheetos on it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1190390413399623024-4323875446196972365?l=fatgoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1190390413399623024/posts/default/4323875446196972365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1190390413399623024/posts/default/4323875446196972365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatgoon.blogspot.com/2007/07/i-love-to-mix-cherry-coke-and-chocolate.html' title=''/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12195841403989686615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1190390413399623024.post-603682390871654840</id><published>2007-07-10T18:56:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2007-07-10T18:56:57.944-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I like to dip grilled cheese sandwiches into ramen. It softens the sandwich if it's a little crispy, and I don't a lot of broth with my ramen. Chicken is the best kind for doing this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1190390413399623024-603682390871654840?l=fatgoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1190390413399623024/posts/default/603682390871654840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1190390413399623024/posts/default/603682390871654840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatgoon.blogspot.com/2007/07/i-like-to-dip-grilled-cheese-sandwiches.html' title=''/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12195841403989686615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1190390413399623024.post-5240623973631148825</id><published>2007-07-10T18:56:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2007-07-10T18:56:19.023-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I like the occasional mayo sandwich. One slice of white bread with a huge smear of mayo, folded over. I'd probably enjoy the PB &amp; mayo variety if I wasn't allergic to the PB.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't stand eating spaghetti if I don't have a few mayo sandwiches to go along with it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1190390413399623024-5240623973631148825?l=fatgoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1190390413399623024/posts/default/5240623973631148825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1190390413399623024/posts/default/5240623973631148825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatgoon.blogspot.com/2007/07/i-like-occasional-mayo-sandwich.html' title=''/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12195841403989686615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1190390413399623024.post-2028593199966931862</id><published>2007-07-10T18:55:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2007-07-10T18:55:57.630-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Nacho dorritos with cottage cheese for a dip. My dad used to eat it when I was a kid, I have no idea why, and I picked it up from him. The concept makes my wife want to throw up but I think she just doesn't like cottage cheese.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1190390413399623024-2028593199966931862?l=fatgoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1190390413399623024/posts/default/2028593199966931862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1190390413399623024/posts/default/2028593199966931862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatgoon.blogspot.com/2007/07/nacho-dorritos-with-cottage-cheese-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12195841403989686615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1190390413399623024.post-2422056451580724988</id><published>2007-07-10T18:54:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-07-10T18:55:43.225-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>first a bed of rice, then 2-5 slices of pan fried spam on top, followed by 1-3 eggs cooked sunny side up (yolks HAVE to be runny!) on top of the spam. It seems like people think I'm a freak after I tell them spam, eggs, and rice is the best food ever... well everyone except most Filipinos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, i also enjoy putting McD fries into my McD 99cent double cheeseburger, sometimes also with a few chicken nuggets. And of course there is always the obligatory wendy's fries dipped in chocolate frosty, but thats not gross, its delicious.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1190390413399623024-2422056451580724988?l=fatgoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1190390413399623024/posts/default/2422056451580724988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1190390413399623024/posts/default/2422056451580724988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatgoon.blogspot.com/2007/07/first-bed-of-rice-then-2-5-slices-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12195841403989686615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1190390413399623024.post-5288888797006393536</id><published>2007-07-10T18:52:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-07-10T18:54:19.922-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I like buy a can of nacho cheese and bean dip, lather it on a flour tortilla, roll it around a hot dog and microwave it. I can feel my arteries clog up as i take a bite. Also, peanut butter and pickle sandwich with toasted bread usually makes people freak out, though my whole family eats those.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1190390413399623024-5288888797006393536?l=fatgoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1190390413399623024/posts/default/5288888797006393536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1190390413399623024/posts/default/5288888797006393536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatgoon.blogspot.com/2007/07/i-like-buy-can-of-nacho-cheese-and-bean.html' title=''/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12195841403989686615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1190390413399623024.post-2615409476356575511</id><published>2007-07-10T18:51:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2007-07-10T18:52:19.157-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I enjoy going to mcdonalds and getting a "mcchicken with every condiment known to mcdonalds" on it, and yes thats how i order them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1190390413399623024-2615409476356575511?l=fatgoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1190390413399623024/posts/default/2615409476356575511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1190390413399623024/posts/default/2615409476356575511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatgoon.blogspot.com/2007/07/i-enjoy-going-to-mcdonalds-and-getting.html' title=''/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12195841403989686615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1190390413399623024.post-2426612403906715823</id><published>2007-07-10T18:51:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2007-07-10T18:51:40.669-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Orville Redenbacher Ultimate Butter microwave popcorn, just slightly burnt, with Kraft Ranch dressing mixed to where each kernel has a nice, light glaze. &lt;br /&gt;Serve with an ice-cold Coke. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just came a little.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1190390413399623024-2426612403906715823?l=fatgoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1190390413399623024/posts/default/2426612403906715823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1190390413399623024/posts/default/2426612403906715823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatgoon.blogspot.com/2007/07/orville-redenbacher-ultimate-butter.html' title=''/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12195841403989686615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1190390413399623024.post-5321675083855139868</id><published>2007-07-10T18:50:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2007-07-10T18:51:31.445-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Peanut Butter and Mayonnaise sandwich. My mom would make them all the time when I was a kid I just got used to it. When I tell people out it they look at my like I am eating children.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1190390413399623024-5321675083855139868?l=fatgoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1190390413399623024/posts/default/5321675083855139868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1190390413399623024/posts/default/5321675083855139868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatgoon.blogspot.com/2007/07/peanut-butter-and-mayonnaise-sandwich.html' title=''/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12195841403989686615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1190390413399623024.post-7996770111297321067</id><published>2007-07-10T18:50:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2007-07-10T18:50:29.492-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Peanutbutter and CheeseWhiz sandwiches....mmmmmmm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one understands....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1190390413399623024-7996770111297321067?l=fatgoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1190390413399623024/posts/default/7996770111297321067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1190390413399623024/posts/default/7996770111297321067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatgoon.blogspot.com/2007/07/peanutbutter-and-cheesewhiz-sandwiches.html' title=''/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12195841403989686615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1190390413399623024.post-2511240912899497317</id><published>2007-06-19T11:50:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2007-06-19T11:50:45.873-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay, so I just got back from subway, and I ordered my normal sandwich (footlong BMT), and I got it with provolone and mustard and ranch sauce and olives and pickles and banana peppers and lettuce and onions and tomatoes and also bacon, and an extra large soft drink and 2 choco (thats what i call chocolate) chip cookies, and the cute latino girl behind the counter was trying to look away from my face and also holding back laughs.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1190390413399623024-2511240912899497317?l=fatgoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1190390413399623024/posts/default/2511240912899497317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1190390413399623024/posts/default/2511240912899497317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatgoon.blogspot.com/2007/06/okay-so-i-just-got-back-from-subway-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12195841403989686615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1190390413399623024.post-289988735555937085</id><published>2007-06-13T23:19:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2007-06-13T23:19:43.572-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>You don't need a membership to eat at Costco's fantastically cheap food court. Basic lunch of a hot dog + soda for $1.50, or splurge on a chicken bake + smoothie for $5? yes please. just walk and enter through the exit, nobody has harassed me about it at all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1190390413399623024-289988735555937085?l=fatgoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1190390413399623024/posts/default/289988735555937085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1190390413399623024/posts/default/289988735555937085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatgoon.blogspot.com/2007/06/you-dont-need-membership-to-eat-at.html' title=''/><author><name>brainsample</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1190390413399623024.post-6758048680639452534</id><published>2007-05-21T10:56:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2007-05-21T10:56:49.770-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Country Crock Dogs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a young fella, I would get three or four hot dog buns, fill them each with enough Shedd's Spread Country Crock to choke a mule, run them in the microwave long enough for the Country Crock to partially melt and for the bread to get slightly warm, then wolf them down while watching TV.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1190390413399623024-6758048680639452534?l=fatgoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1190390413399623024/posts/default/6758048680639452534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1190390413399623024/posts/default/6758048680639452534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatgoon.blogspot.com/2007/05/country-crock-dogs.html' title=''/><author><name>brainsample</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1190390413399623024.post-2012440324183273656</id><published>2007-05-21T10:55:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2007-05-21T10:55:44.911-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Going to the NC State Fair every year and spending one whole day, from mid-morning until 9 at night, walking around gorging myself on roasted turkey legs, elephant ears, funnel cakes, and fried candy bars.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1190390413399623024-2012440324183273656?l=fatgoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1190390413399623024/posts/default/2012440324183273656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1190390413399623024/posts/default/2012440324183273656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatgoon.blogspot.com/2007/05/going-to-nc-state-fair-every-year-and.html' title=''/><author><name>brainsample</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1190390413399623024.post-4801509620478724517</id><published>2007-05-21T10:50:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2007-05-21T10:54:02.076-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I always get the the Hamburgao Frango which has chicken, ham, tomatoes, lettuce, potato sticks, bacon, mayo, corn and egg(I think) on it. It's so good and so big. This one time I got that sandwich, some pizza pocket thing they had, and chicken on a stick with bacon wrapped around it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1190390413399623024-4801509620478724517?l=fatgoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1190390413399623024/posts/default/4801509620478724517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1190390413399623024/posts/default/4801509620478724517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatgoon.blogspot.com/2007/05/i-always-get-the-hamburgao-frango-which.html' title=''/><author><name>brainsample</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1190390413399623024.post-7127581884565966742</id><published>2007-05-21T10:50:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2007-05-21T10:50:55.217-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Probably the time I craved Twinkies, so I went out and bought two boxes and ate them all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate Twinkies now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unless they're deep-fried. Damn, those are good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1190390413399623024-7127581884565966742?l=fatgoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1190390413399623024/posts/default/7127581884565966742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1190390413399623024/posts/default/7127581884565966742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatgoon.blogspot.com/2007/05/probably-time-i-craved-twinkies-so-i.html' title=''/><author><name>brainsample</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1190390413399623024.post-4540793601577975201</id><published>2007-05-21T10:48:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-05-21T10:50:12.024-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Five Wendy's jr. bacon cheeseburgers, a double cheeseburger, four plates of food at a buffet while at Cedar Point in Ohio...within an 8 hour period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's not including the amount of liquids during that time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1190390413399623024-4540793601577975201?l=fatgoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1190390413399623024/posts/default/4540793601577975201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1190390413399623024/posts/default/4540793601577975201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatgoon.blogspot.com/2007/05/five-wendys-jr.html' title=''/><author><name>brainsample</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1190390413399623024.post-8499666326314040938</id><published>2007-05-21T10:42:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2007-05-21T10:47:41.406-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I ate about 40 wings today at hooters&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and got 20 to go.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1190390413399623024-8499666326314040938?l=fatgoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1190390413399623024/posts/default/8499666326314040938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1190390413399623024/posts/default/8499666326314040938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatgoon.blogspot.com/2007/05/i-ate-about-40-wings-today-at-hooters.html' title=''/><author><name>brainsample</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1190390413399623024.post-3418998798105611755</id><published>2007-05-21T10:42:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2007-05-21T10:42:22.809-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>After I quit my crappy job at Wal-Mart, I ate a birthday cake by myself. I had just turned in my vest and as I was walking out of the store I passed by the bakery and wanted to celebrate. So I picked up one of the really nice cakes, like the ones with the jelly filling in the center, got back to my place, started playing 'Sid Meiers Pirates!' and ate cake and drank beer till the morning. Damn it was great.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1190390413399623024-3418998798105611755?l=fatgoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1190390413399623024/posts/default/3418998798105611755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1190390413399623024/posts/default/3418998798105611755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatgoon.blogspot.com/2007/05/after-i-quit-my-crappy-job-at-wal-mart.html' title=''/><author><name>brainsample</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1190390413399623024.post-9179393003340651387</id><published>2007-05-21T10:38:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2007-05-21T10:40:18.695-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>When I was in high school, I drove after school to a Dunkin' Donuts and ate thirteen donuts, almost all of which were cream- or jelly-filled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two hours later, I went home and ate dinner: seven legs of fried chicken (that's the full leg, drumstick and thigh).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1190390413399623024-9179393003340651387?l=fatgoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1190390413399623024/posts/default/9179393003340651387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1190390413399623024/posts/default/9179393003340651387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatgoon.blogspot.com/2007/05/my-whole-life-is-fat-moment_21.html' title=''/><author><name>brainsample</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1190390413399623024.post-2703252479785804456</id><published>2007-05-21T10:38:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-05-21T10:39:06.181-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My whole life is a fat moment. I once killed a Boston Market family meal for 3 by myself. Meatloaf (a whole one) with mashed potatoes, creamed spinach, and macaroni and cheese as the sides (all large). Oh and 3 pieces of cornbread.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1190390413399623024-2703252479785804456?l=fatgoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1190390413399623024/posts/default/2703252479785804456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1190390413399623024/posts/default/2703252479785804456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatgoon.blogspot.com/2007/05/my-whole-life-is-fat-moment.html' title=''/><author><name>brainsample</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1190390413399623024.post-8933799658172304535</id><published>2007-05-21T10:34:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-05-21T10:38:26.052-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Four double cheeseburgers from McDonalds, along with&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20 piece McNugget&lt;br /&gt;Super Sized Fry (damn you Morgan Spurlock!)&lt;br /&gt;Super Sized Coke&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a large pizza + 3/4's of another large pizza from Domino's, along with two boxes of those fucking amazing cheesy dot things they had for that one summer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a fatty&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1190390413399623024-8933799658172304535?l=fatgoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1190390413399623024/posts/default/8933799658172304535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1190390413399623024/posts/default/8933799658172304535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatgoon.blogspot.com/2007/05/four-double-cheeseburgers-from.html' title=''/><author><name>brainsample</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1190390413399623024.post-8242404112386109592</id><published>2007-05-21T10:30:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-05-21T10:34:04.214-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I used to eat those gallon tubs of smarties ice cream. I added whipped cream, m &amp; m's, and Nutella.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking back I now realize that I put Nutella in pretty much anything I eat.&lt;br /&gt;I'm really fat.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1190390413399623024-8242404112386109592?l=fatgoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1190390413399623024/posts/default/8242404112386109592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1190390413399623024/posts/default/8242404112386109592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatgoon.blogspot.com/2007/05/i-used-to-eat-those-gallon-tubs-of.html' title=''/><author><name>brainsample</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1190390413399623024.post-4013212146149233326</id><published>2007-05-11T00:30:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-05-11T00:31:20.893-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I love KFC, it's going to kill me one one day. I can eat 4-5 snackers, a large mashed (yea, I use the kfc slang), and a cup of mountain dew in a sitting. It's gross, but fuck it, it's delicious.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1190390413399623024-4013212146149233326?l=fatgoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1190390413399623024/posts/default/4013212146149233326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1190390413399623024/posts/default/4013212146149233326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatgoon.blogspot.com/2007/05/i-love-kfc-its-going-to-kill-me-one-one.html' title=''/><author><name>brainsample</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1190390413399623024.post-7577357566150552677</id><published>2007-04-08T10:17:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-04-08T10:25:27.823-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm 6' tall and weigh over 500 pounds, though I'm not sure of the exact amount as the scale I have only goes up to 500. That said, I felt the need to post in this thread to say that the scales in most doctors' offices only go up to 350. I was asked to go to a butcher to be weighed by a doctor once, to which I said fuck you and found another doctor.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1190390413399623024-7577357566150552677?l=fatgoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1190390413399623024/posts/default/7577357566150552677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1190390413399623024/posts/default/7577357566150552677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatgoon.blogspot.com/2007/04/im-6-tall-and-weigh-over-500-pounds.html' title=''/><author><name>brainsample</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1190390413399623024.post-711000288230033107</id><published>2007-03-23T08:41:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-03-23T08:45:31.469-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Warmer weather is coming and gone are the days I can hide underneath a sweater. I'm 6'0'' and 235 pounds, which is right at the boundary between overweight and obese...I wear XL shirts, but sometimes they seem too small on me, especially after washing them. The fat on my stomach, sides and chest show thru the shirt...However, most XXL shirts I seem to swim in. While it somewhat disguises my excess fat, the shoulders and necks are too big. Does anyone have any advice on how to look my best with a gut, other than the obvious "lose your gut"?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1190390413399623024-711000288230033107?l=fatgoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1190390413399623024/posts/default/711000288230033107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1190390413399623024/posts/default/711000288230033107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatgoon.blogspot.com/2007/03/warmer-weather-is-coming-and-gone-are.html' title=''/><author><name>brainsample</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1190390413399623024.post-2778095470704192591</id><published>2007-03-05T11:10:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-03-05T11:11:38.735-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I have tried and failed before. I am huge I am 5'8 and close to 400lbs. I am not sure how I am still alive. Anyways my doctor has been no help(He just wants me on medications). I have decided to try again to take matters into my own hands and with the help of my mom whos a nurse I am getting my act togeather. I have seen a friend of mine who was similar to me lose 100lbs and its inspired me to do the same. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is day 1 whats a reasonable goal for 2 months?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1190390413399623024-2778095470704192591?l=fatgoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1190390413399623024/posts/default/2778095470704192591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1190390413399623024/posts/default/2778095470704192591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatgoon.blogspot.com/2007/03/i-have-tried-and-failed-before.html' title=''/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12195841403989686615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1190390413399623024.post-5077751569900345805</id><published>2007-03-03T12:48:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2007-03-03T12:51:12.384-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I honestely never even knew about gyncomastia until sometime around April or May of last year and I learned about it from SA. When I did a little research on it I immediately knew that I had it even before I went to a doctor, it was that obvious to me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1190390413399623024-5077751569900345805?l=fatgoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1190390413399623024/posts/default/5077751569900345805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1190390413399623024/posts/default/5077751569900345805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatgoon.blogspot.com/2007/03/i-honestely-never-even-knew-about.html' title=''/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12195841403989686615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1190390413399623024.post-2331951795459100359</id><published>2007-03-03T12:48:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2007-03-03T12:48:37.474-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Is there any reason why some people have bigger man titties than others? I'm not thin, but I'm not obese, but my boobies are pretty impressive. (They seem to stick out more than my belly.) My brother who has a very similar build to me is fatter than me, but has less boobage going on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1190390413399623024-2331951795459100359?l=fatgoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1190390413399623024/posts/default/2331951795459100359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1190390413399623024/posts/default/2331951795459100359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatgoon.blogspot.com/2007/03/is-there-any-reason-why-some-people.html' title=''/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12195841403989686615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1190390413399623024.post-4199861251419837781</id><published>2007-03-02T14:41:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-03-02T14:45:12.961-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I spend a fair amount of time sitting on my ass in front of my computer, and I've gotten alot of time between two chairs (one at my dorm, one at home). However, both now seems to have an odor to them. The upholstery...seems to have taken up the smell of years of sweat, flatulence and other stuff that seditard human generates over a period of a few years of use and it smells kinda rank when you first plop down.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1190390413399623024-4199861251419837781?l=fatgoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1190390413399623024/posts/default/4199861251419837781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1190390413399623024/posts/default/4199861251419837781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatgoon.blogspot.com/2007/03/i-spend-fair-amount-of-time-sitting-on.html' title=''/><author><name>brainsample</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1190390413399623024.post-284974628213934562</id><published>2007-02-24T18:19:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-02-24T18:20:05.728-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I never ate crazy amounts of food, either - my weight is a combination of poor food choices and a highly sedentary lifestyle. When I started playing World of Warcraft, I saw how dangerous it could be, but didn't stop. When the South Park episode lampooning WoW came out, I threw my game in the trash and haven't looked back. Tangent over.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1190390413399623024-284974628213934562?l=fatgoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1190390413399623024/posts/default/284974628213934562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1190390413399623024/posts/default/284974628213934562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatgoon.blogspot.com/2007/02/i-never-ate-crazy-amounts-of-food.html' title=''/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12195841403989686615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1190390413399623024.post-1518054672901765726</id><published>2007-02-24T18:15:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2007-02-24T18:16:16.888-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm only 5'6"... When I looked at the scale, my heart nearly exploded in my chest. I felt faint. I knew I had gained weight, and figured I was around 270 or so - after all, at 190, I wore XL shirts (I'm short, but all torso, so I had to wear them for the length) and I'd only gone up to 2XL (and 3XL in button-up, but I pretended that was because I liked them loose-fitting. The scale showed the ugly truth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I weigh 349. Three hundred and forty-nine pounds. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad I bought the extra-strength scale.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1190390413399623024-1518054672901765726?l=fatgoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1190390413399623024/posts/default/1518054672901765726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1190390413399623024/posts/default/1518054672901765726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatgoon.blogspot.com/2007/02/when-i-looked-at-scale-my-heart-nearly.html' title=''/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12195841403989686615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1190390413399623024.post-3714372325264510176</id><published>2007-02-22T02:26:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2007-02-22T02:26:47.578-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Crushed up Doritos + Gummy Bears = Gummy Crunch. Fucking delicious. Had some about an hour ago, in fact.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1190390413399623024-3714372325264510176?l=fatgoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1190390413399623024/posts/default/3714372325264510176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1190390413399623024/posts/default/3714372325264510176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatgoon.blogspot.com/2007/02/crushed-up-doritos-gummy-bears-gummy.html' title=''/><author><name>Fat Goon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14080009679018430244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1190390413399623024.post-6517053311596135760</id><published>2007-01-29T19:36:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-29T19:37:05.385-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I work in an office that likes to eat. There is always some kind of food in the kitchen, and my desk is literally across the hall from said feeding ground. Today there was a gigantic box of cookies (like, wholesale sized) and a huge bowl of candy. I was depressed over some money issues that I have no control over (I'm waiting to hear back on some scholarships/grants that will determine how the next 4 years of my life go, or don't go), and then before I knew it I'd eaten so much sugar my tongue hurt.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1190390413399623024-6517053311596135760?l=fatgoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1190390413399623024/posts/default/6517053311596135760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1190390413399623024/posts/default/6517053311596135760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatgoon.blogspot.com/2007/01/i-work-in-office-that-likes-to-eat.html' title=''/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12195841403989686615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1190390413399623024.post-5099197013509150382</id><published>2007-01-29T19:36:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-29T19:36:48.295-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sure, I can make low calorie muffins, and they're much better for me than their full fat equivalents, but if I come home depressed from work and eat eight of them, it kind of defeats the purpose...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1190390413399623024-5099197013509150382?l=fatgoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1190390413399623024/posts/default/5099197013509150382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1190390413399623024/posts/default/5099197013509150382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatgoon.blogspot.com/2007/01/sure-i-can-make-low-calorie-muffins-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12195841403989686615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1190390413399623024.post-8835543853209123939</id><published>2007-01-29T19:35:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-29T19:36:16.039-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am an emotional eater, and I have a very unhealthy relationship with food. Everything is more or less fine, until I get upset or depressed, and then I just lose my freaking mind, not just about eating but about the way I *think* about eating. I can enjoy a delicious meal out, and then hear some upsetting news, and 5 minutes later be viciously beating myself up for having consumed something so high in calories/fat/whatever. The biggest problem though, is the binge eating. I get into this state of mind where I become an automaton, an eating *machine*. I know what I'm doing, I want to stop, but I stuff another cookie down my gaping maw anyway. It's like I'm watching a movie of myself -- I'm disconnected, I have no control. This always happens when I am depressed or upset, and as you can imagine, it becomes a vicious circle... I get depressed and eat, then get depressed about eating, hate myself, and eat some more.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1190390413399623024-8835543853209123939?l=fatgoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1190390413399623024/posts/default/8835543853209123939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1190390413399623024/posts/default/8835543853209123939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatgoon.blogspot.com/2007/01/i-am-emotional-eater-and-i-have-very.html' title=''/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12195841403989686615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1190390413399623024.post-9038751749488599865</id><published>2007-01-29T13:10:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-29T13:11:10.814-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Is there a specific exercise that helps get rid of bitch tits? I'm sure pretty much any exercise is going to help get rid of the rack I got growing from my chest but I was just curious if there is one exercise that really works that area of the body?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1190390413399623024-9038751749488599865?l=fatgoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1190390413399623024/posts/default/9038751749488599865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1190390413399623024/posts/default/9038751749488599865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatgoon.blogspot.com/2007/01/is-there-specific-exercise-that-helps.html' title=''/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12195841403989686615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1190390413399623024.post-5253824695634093957</id><published>2007-01-26T22:10:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-26T22:10:48.211-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I can't stop snacking when I'm watching TV or on the computer. I've got an Ice cream cone in each hand as I read this thread (using my pinkies to scroll) and I just had a bowl of tostitos with salsa. The amount of food I eat with such consistency scares me sometimes. It's just something familiar I can't do without. I've challanged myself just to see how much I can eat at one time and I'm almost proud of it, though. I've scarfed down an entire jumbo pizza and entire cooked chicken (on seperate occassions) with no ill effects or need to vomit. I HAVE eaten enough to make myself vomit, unintentionally, simply because I was so bored.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1190390413399623024-5253824695634093957?l=fatgoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1190390413399623024/posts/default/5253824695634093957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1190390413399623024/posts/default/5253824695634093957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatgoon.blogspot.com/2007/01/i-cant-stop-snacking-when-im-watching.html' title=''/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12195841403989686615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1190390413399623024.post-6291711591286070989</id><published>2007-01-23T19:10:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-23T19:10:51.209-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I've noticed that my belly has started to grow bigger and bigger, and I tried to put a stop to it but I can't seem to do it. I've stopped drinking sodas and alcohol, and started cooking more frequently at home to eat healthier. The only thing I can't stay away from are pizzas, but I guess I can eat 1 or 2 a week.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1190390413399623024-6291711591286070989?l=fatgoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1190390413399623024/posts/default/6291711591286070989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1190390413399623024/posts/default/6291711591286070989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatgoon.blogspot.com/2007/01/ive-noticed-that-my-belly-has-started.html' title=''/><author><name>Fat Goon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14080009679018430244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1190390413399623024.post-7405729429125179620</id><published>2007-01-23T10:21:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-23T10:21:29.134-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Anyone know what exercises or whatever I should do? I'm honestly getting fat within those areas. My belly is getting fat, my thighs are ridiculously large in proportion. I don't really eat a lot, but if I do I always eat salad on the side.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1190390413399623024-7405729429125179620?l=fatgoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1190390413399623024/posts/default/7405729429125179620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1190390413399623024/posts/default/7405729429125179620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatgoon.blogspot.com/2007/01/anyone-know-what-exercises-or-whatever.html' title=''/><author><name>Fat Goon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14080009679018430244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1190390413399623024.post-7142227141495838321</id><published>2007-01-23T10:18:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-23T10:18:55.953-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>What really got to me was how depressed I was in my job, and I think it sort of extended to everything in my life. I didn't attribute it to my weight, but I think that my job situation just gave me an excuse to escape through unhealthy food, a ton of binge drinking, and a sedentary life. Last september, I left that job and started job searching, still depressed and still gaining weight. Last month, I tipped the scales at 320 pounds.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1190390413399623024-7142227141495838321?l=fatgoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1190390413399623024/posts/default/7142227141495838321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1190390413399623024/posts/default/7142227141495838321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatgoon.blogspot.com/2007/01/what-really-got-to-me-was-how-depressed.html' title=''/><author><name>Fat Goon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14080009679018430244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1190390413399623024.post-8245574549725678724</id><published>2007-01-17T22:14:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-17T22:14:39.669-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>General Bullshit &gt; My heart attack at age 19&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1190390413399623024-8245574549725678724?l=fatgoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1190390413399623024/posts/default/8245574549725678724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1190390413399623024/posts/default/8245574549725678724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatgoon.blogspot.com/2007/01/general-bullshit-my-heart-attack-at-age.html' title=''/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12195841403989686615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1190390413399623024.post-3983125447417110590</id><published>2007-01-13T22:49:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-13T22:50:01.094-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The World of Warcraft expansion comes out in a couple days and I have the entire week off from work. I want to grind as much as I can during that week. I'm planning on drinking a lot of caffeine, taking some of that "5 hour energy" stuff, and eating a bunch of cheap rear end frozen pizza. (The 6 for 10 dollars variety). I'm pretty sure this diet is going to end in disaster. Can anyone recommend a diet that would keep me awake but not result in a "crash" a few hours later?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1190390413399623024-3983125447417110590?l=fatgoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1190390413399623024/posts/default/3983125447417110590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1190390413399623024/posts/default/3983125447417110590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatgoon.blogspot.com/2007/01/world-of-warcraft-expansion-comes-out.html' title=''/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12195841403989686615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1190390413399623024.post-7153432252343939322</id><published>2007-01-07T22:50:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-07T22:51:21.032-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I do have one huge problem though. I like meat. I hate, with a passion, veggies. I've tried forcing myself to eat veggies, like broccoli, only to puke them up. The only veggies I enjoy are Corn, potatoes, fried okra, cooked carrots(with butter, or else I don't really like them), spinach cooked in a small amount of butter though I can only eat a small amount, and cucumber raw in small doses. I'm attempting to try and force my taste buds into liking green veggies again, but when I say I puke from it, I'm not kidding.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1190390413399623024-7153432252343939322?l=fatgoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1190390413399623024/posts/default/7153432252343939322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1190390413399623024/posts/default/7153432252343939322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatgoon.blogspot.com/2007/01/i-do-have-one-huge-problem-though.html' title=''/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12195841403989686615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1190390413399623024.post-2684375289874494088</id><published>2007-01-07T22:49:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-07T22:50:30.910-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My diet used to be burgers, burgers, and cokes. I hate fries, so never had that problem, but I ate enough fast food burgers to match my own weight within a few months, most likely.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1190390413399623024-2684375289874494088?l=fatgoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1190390413399623024/posts/default/2684375289874494088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1190390413399623024/posts/default/2684375289874494088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatgoon.blogspot.com/2007/01/my-diet-used-to-be-burgers-burgers-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12195841403989686615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1190390413399623024.post-1339281824078853335</id><published>2007-01-07T22:48:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-07T22:49:31.648-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm trying to get rid of some water weight since my body seems to be retaining a lot. For instance, when I press on certains areas of my skin, they remain indented for a minute or longer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1190390413399623024-1339281824078853335?l=fatgoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1190390413399623024/posts/default/1339281824078853335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1190390413399623024/posts/default/1339281824078853335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatgoon.blogspot.com/2007/01/im-trying-to-get-rid-of-some-water.html' title=''/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12195841403989686615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1190390413399623024.post-8067549146082288253</id><published>2007-01-07T22:24:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-07T22:24:49.959-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My mom rarely cooks at all, so im use to just eating candy bars for dinner. I know this is not good for me at all and im worried for myself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1190390413399623024-8067549146082288253?l=fatgoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1190390413399623024/posts/default/8067549146082288253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1190390413399623024/posts/default/8067549146082288253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatgoon.blogspot.com/2007/01/my-mom-rarely-cooks-at-all-so-im-use-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12195841403989686615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1190390413399623024.post-6357959804592038305</id><published>2007-01-07T22:17:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-07T22:17:29.419-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My asthma, I believe, is caused by my cats which I am allergic to and also contributing is my weight, which is 250 lbs.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1190390413399623024-6357959804592038305?l=fatgoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1190390413399623024/posts/default/6357959804592038305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1190390413399623024/posts/default/6357959804592038305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatgoon.blogspot.com/2007/01/my-asthma-i-believe-is-caused-by-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12195841403989686615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1190390413399623024.post-353073998973694897</id><published>2007-01-07T22:17:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-07T22:17:04.530-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A big thing for me was learning the difference between "full" and "satisfied." I used to always eat until I was "full," but once I realized there's a difference between: 1) Eating enough to not be hungry anymore, and 2) Eating so much that you can't comfortably eat anymore, the weight just melted off.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1190390413399623024-353073998973694897?l=fatgoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1190390413399623024/posts/default/353073998973694897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1190390413399623024/posts/default/353073998973694897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatgoon.blogspot.com/2007/01/big-thing-for-me-was-learning.html' title=''/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12195841403989686615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1190390413399623024.post-5492955056997527609</id><published>2007-01-07T22:16:00.009-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-07T22:16:55.070-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Get two digital scales and put a board across them. Make sure the board is on before you turn them on, so they are zeroed correctly. Now stand on the board. Add the weight shown on both scales and that's you're weight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1190390413399623024-5492955056997527609?l=fatgoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1190390413399623024/posts/default/5492955056997527609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1190390413399623024/posts/default/5492955056997527609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatgoon.blogspot.com/2007/01/get-two-digital-scales-and-put-board.html' title=''/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12195841403989686615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1190390413399623024.post-5789737446578026793</id><published>2007-01-07T22:16:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-07T22:16:47.079-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So, here's the problem. The weight. My back gets sore from walking around. I've got knee problems almost every day. Can anyone recomend a course of action for me? Stats: 5'10", 308lbs, 35% body fat&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1190390413399623024-5789737446578026793?l=fatgoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1190390413399623024/posts/default/5789737446578026793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1190390413399623024/posts/default/5789737446578026793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatgoon.blogspot.com/2007/01/so-heres-problem.html' title=''/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12195841403989686615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
