fat

He beat the s**t out of it.

And clearly you both needed some more sunscreen. Let that molting skin be a reminder that we didn't come to the Pearl Jam concert to see this.

Remember people: The answer is always another slice of pizza.

Just don't double-dribble, big dude.

The only way he's going to put his hand underneath her is if she's playing center.

Can she bring her leg back down?

We never asked for it to end this way. Alas...

... I mean fattest.

She'd probably go at it for a burger too.

We won't judge if you want to do your Hulk impression in a tiny shirt. Go for it!

Know who created this comic? Let me know and I'd be happy to give credit where it's due.

Looks like all the Coke is going to her thighs... immediately.

Party hard over on After 12!