HY AND KATE HAD A DATE

Hymie Hokuspoukas had a toukus. Oye, was it fat. At least five feet wide when he was erect, I expect ten when he sat. His thighs were wide as pizza pies, his gut was, you know what, round like a blown up balloon soon to go ker-pop. Hymie's hands and feet could never meet and greet because there was that more-so torso that blocked the scene in between his nose and toes. He had no idea what he weighed because there was no scale made that displayed a dial he could see. It was his estimate his weight was a thousand three.

Hymie had a date with Kate who was just skin and bones. Her boobs were shaped like toothpaste tubes. Her neck's the size of a duck's and her rear end waddled like one, too. She was the thinness ever featured in the Guinness book and what she looked like you wouldn't, couldn't want to know.

Well, to make a short story long, they got along like ding and dong and it's said they wed and then is when their wedding bells went bong, bong, bong, Kate said Hy had done her wrong. They got a divorce, of course, and Kate married a little horse. Hy said bye-bye. He didn't cry. With a sigh, he ate a ten pound pizza pie, a ham on rye, a great big suckling pig, a t-bone steak, a chocolate cake, then realized he was super-sized. He heard about a diet and decided to try it. By fall he was trim and ten feet tall and married a Barbie doll. And that was all.