I remember when someone at CHUD (was it the insufferable Capitan America?) did an anatomy drawing of a picture very similar to that one to figure out how an extremely morbidly obese person could do the splits. It was creepy.
Yes, it was him. He lives somewhat close to me. He has tempted me to drive into Tampa, track him down and wedgie his shorts tighter (if that's even possible).
We are so accustomed to disguise ourselves to others that in the end we become disguised to ourselves.
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