Woot!
Waaaahey! New member, eh? That’s me.
I am a bit sad about the lack of Eddie Argos love, especially since he always makes it a point to rock out with his chub out whenever possible and because Kele from Bloc Party went on record calling him a rotund rocker. Like it was some sort of insult:
At T in the Park and stuff, he went on the telly and called me fat. In an interview with Channel Four he said, "Oh, Fatty Argos," and that stuff, after I had just apologized to him. That's the kind of comment that killed Karen Carpenter, y'know? I don't need people callin' me fat. That's not very good.
Bastard! We don't want Eddie wasting away to nothing! RELISH THE CHUB, MAN.
Eddie directs the audience in the direction of the snack bar, where they can find him after the show.
Demonic Eddie gives us a peak of the chub that lies beneath.
The hat donning man in the front row admires Mr. Argo’s positivly Oscar Wilde-esque physique.
The cameraman adverts attention from our main subject for fear that the viewer would be blinded if they were presented with Eddie in his full shirtless glory.
This one was much braver and I commend him for his efforts.
What the well-dressed man will be wearing this fall: jacket, tie and chubtasticness.
Even when taking in the sights, the chub exhibitionism does not quit! This man is truly dedicated!
And diverging from the main subject…
Ricky Wilson in a tight suit which makes him look like a tube of toothpaste. And not the type that you roll up from the bottom like your mother told you, OH NO, a tube of toothpaste that you want to squeeze right in the middle even though you know you shouldn’t.
DISCLAIMER: I am in no way suggesting that you cause Mr. Wilson dire intestinal harm by applying your loving though positively vise-like grip about his waist. You do that at your own discretion.
I am a bit sad about the lack of Eddie Argos love, especially since he always makes it a point to rock out with his chub out whenever possible and because Kele from Bloc Party went on record calling him a rotund rocker. Like it was some sort of insult:
At T in the Park and stuff, he went on the telly and called me fat. In an interview with Channel Four he said, "Oh, Fatty Argos," and that stuff, after I had just apologized to him. That's the kind of comment that killed Karen Carpenter, y'know? I don't need people callin' me fat. That's not very good.
Bastard! We don't want Eddie wasting away to nothing! RELISH THE CHUB, MAN.
Eddie directs the audience in the direction of the snack bar, where they can find him after the show.
Demonic Eddie gives us a peak of the chub that lies beneath.
The hat donning man in the front row admires Mr. Argo’s positivly Oscar Wilde-esque physique.
The cameraman adverts attention from our main subject for fear that the viewer would be blinded if they were presented with Eddie in his full shirtless glory.
This one was much braver and I commend him for his efforts.
What the well-dressed man will be wearing this fall: jacket, tie and chubtasticness.
Even when taking in the sights, the chub exhibitionism does not quit! This man is truly dedicated!
And diverging from the main subject…
Ricky Wilson in a tight suit which makes him look like a tube of toothpaste. And not the type that you roll up from the bottom like your mother told you, OH NO, a tube of toothpaste that you want to squeeze right in the middle even though you know you shouldn’t.
DISCLAIMER: I am in no way suggesting that you cause Mr. Wilson dire intestinal harm by applying your loving though positively vise-like grip about his waist. You do that at your own discretion.