Just got back from the gym where we saw a few of the many characters of Goodlife. There’s Chronic Wedge, the man who hogs the treadmill for over 45 minutes while his shorts run deeper and deeper into the unknown. There’s the Milton Lady of the Night that seems to have an extremely close bond with every man (and woman) that walks through the doors. There’s Massive Outtie, the man who’s belly button sticks out of his keg (rather then a six pack) about an inch and it’s an inch and a half in diameter. One very important thing to note about all of these people is that although they are hideously annoying or deformed, they are all staying in shape. Which is why I am forced to give them at least a little bit of credit.
Sounds like Stoo should make a cartoon.