There’s a cat in there somewhere. I just know it.
Oh, just the 1836th lazy morning in a row. Nbd.
Fatass is overwhelmed by his own fatness.
Fatass in the lovin’ arms of a c-babe
I wake up to this every morning. It’s his big, grey, furry fatass.
That’s a big heaping pile of fatass.
Fatass enjoys himself some A.P.C.
Fatass’s leg doesn’t even fit on the stool.
Fatass + baby hooks.
Fatass thinking about playing with the string dangled above his head.
Fatass, in reverie.
Fatass dreaming of diving.
fatass + flash photography.