Jun 13, 2006 11:14
the "midget" we hired, as it turns out, is NOT a midget after all.
he just some kid that battled cancer from around the age of 3 to 15... and between the illness, treatments, etc... his body was a toxic environment, not allowing alot of growth.
this information absolutely ruined my day. i walked around for 24 hours with an erection, in knowing the FQ would own a midget... and enjoy torturing the poor soul.
however, despite the fact that his size still makes him kinda cool... i would have trouble exploiting it... i just dont find one thing the slightest bit funny or amusing about kids having cancer, whether they survive it or not.
(sorry if anyone wants to think i'm going soft... i just still firmly believe that in a better world, cancer and similar illnesses would have been reserved for child molesters, murderers, preists, members of modern "pop punk" bands, and that armpit reeking motherfucker we had touch last weekend)
for the love of al roker's stretchmarked nipples... would somebody find me a real fucking midget already?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?
jeremy, you're a resourceful guy... get on it. see if anyone has put one up on ebay or some shit.