Fat Chance

Story Sent in by Keri:

Clarence name-dropped the name of his college throughout dinner:

"After graduating Eastern Oklahoma State College, I decided to go into business."

"I joined a fine wine club at Eastern Oklahoma State College that taught me everything about fine wines."

"You're definitely maybe a little bit hotter than the girls at Eastern Oklahoma State College."

"Oh really?" I asked.

"I dated most of the cheerleaders. At Eastern Oklahoma State College."

"I see."

He laughed. "They even had a nickname for me. The cheerleaders. Of Eastern Oklahoma State College."

"Oh yeah?"

"Yep! They called me Fat-dick! Wanna know why? It's not why you think."

"Do I have a choice?"

"It's because I asked them to call me that. Not because they all actually saw my dick."

"That's great."

We were quiet for a bit. Then he asked, "If I asked, would you call me Fat-dick?"

"Not likely."

And that was about all there was to my adventures with Fat-head.


  1. Lol Architect! And thanks for this story. It was funny

  2. I can't believe you didn't want to get into a relationship with the notorious Fat-Dick of Eastern Oklahoma State College. That guy is a legend! Every time I go on a job interview, I make sure to mention that I'm a close friend of Fat-Dick. No job offers yet, but one of the male interviewers asked me out on a date!

  3. Lol Jared. You rock. And wolfie ahhhh wolfie.

  4. East Oklahoma State is about 8 buildings and the local Future Farmers of America. Most of the students have Copenhagen rings on their jeans pockets and think creased blue jeans are dressing up.
    The guys are even worse!

    (Alumni of Oklahoma State)


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