Francesa gets made fun of.. FUNNY

[tman2812]

Sorry but it's really funny

[Mr. Moo]

That is really friggin funny... especially when he says it really doesn't bother him. lol

[Maury77]

you can really tell it didn't bother him by his reaction

[Apache 51]

He is so insecure, and fat.

[Gastineau99]

Someone should call in to talk about the Jets bringing in a sleep specialist... Watch him SQUIRM!!!

[124]

Definitely got under his skin and effected him.

Love that he brings up how he'll be getting paid. Douche.

[Jetdawgg]

That was really funny

[ARodFLKeysJetsFan]

Originally Posted by tman2812

Sorry but it's really funny

Why anybody would be stupid enough to pay that fat slug a fortune to sit in a chair and get fatter is beyond me, I don't even listen to blimpy....

[C Mart]

Originally Posted by 124

Definitely got under his skin and effected him.

Love that he brings up how he'll be getting paid a fortune. Douche.

fixed....

unbelievable people still listen/watch this pompous a$$...

[ASH_1962]

That is actually uncomfortably embarassing to watch, but funny. That $hit used to happen to me at work, and driving the car, I would find myself dozing out, then waking up not knowing WTF was going on.

That is a possible sign of Diabetes because that is what I have and as soon as I started taking care of myself, I never fell asleep again anywhere but in bed at night, or on Sunday afternoons watching the Jets offense last season LOL.

[Nike]

if i never read his name again in my life that would be great. cant this site block his name like cuss word?

[Jonathan]

I met this dude before. I was 20 and working at a movie theatre in Nassau County, right around the corner from where he lives. He was coming to see some animated flick with his children (or grandchildren?).

When I sold him his ticket, I didn't make a fuss. I've never watched his show or listened to his broadcast in my life. I really didn't care.

But then he turned from ******* on TV/radio to ******* ****face customer. His kids wanted to bypass the candy stand to go to the movie. But not fatty. He insisted they get candy.

He limped his fatness over to the candy stand. He made them study the candy display, asking, "you want dis? you want dis?" They repeatedly said, "No." Fatty got very frustrated. His kids clashing with his hunger.

Eventually, he tired out and submitted to his own volition: he ordered a bag of twizzlers.

When he got out of the movie, his kids darted for the exit door. What good customers they were. But fatty had an emergency. He limped right along by me to the bathroom we had downstairs. It was out of order, however, as another fatass customer in a scooter had flooded it about 10 minutes beforehand.

When he screamed at me asking why the door wouldn't open, I informed him of the previous fatass. I reminded him that there was another bathroom upstairs. He threw a rage and limped along by me again, but twice as fast. He limped to the exit. Tried to push it open, but it didn't budge. Wrong door, fatty. His kids opened the right door and let him out.

As he limped across the street to his massive black escalade, I had my co-worker check the theatre he had come from to clean up any garbage. He came back with an empty bag of twizzlers and told me it was the only thing on the floor.

Shocked and appalled that he couldn't throw it out himself, I looked over to the SUV he had just forced himself into (with mounds of butter). Surely enough, he had fallen asleep at the wheel.

[ARodFLKeysJetsFan]

Originally Posted by Jonathan

I met this dude before. I was 20 and working at a movie theatre in Nassau County, right around the corner from where he lives. He was coming to see some animated flick with his children (or grandchildren?).

When I sold him his ticket, I didn't make a fuss. I've never watched his show or listened to his broadcast in my life. I really didn't care.

But then he turned from ******* on TV/radio to ******* ****face customer. His kids wanted to bypass the candy stand to go to the movie. But not fatty. He insisted they get candy.

He limped his fatness over to the candy stand. He made them study the candy display, asking, "you want dis? you want dis?" They repeatedly said, "No." Fatty got very frustrated. His kids clashing with his hunger.

Eventually, he tired out and submitted to his own volition: he ordered a bag of twizzlers.

When he got out of the movie, his kids darted for the exit door. What good customers they were. But fatty had an emergency. He limped right along by me to the bathroom we had downstairs. It was out of order, however, as another fatass customer in a scooter had flooded it about 10 minutes beforehand.

When he screamed at me asking why the door wouldn't open, I informed him of the previous fatass. I reminded him that there was another bathroom upstairs. He threw a rage and limped along by me again, but twice as fast. He limped to the exit. Tried to push it open, but it didn't budge. Wrong door, fatty. His kids opened the right door and let him out.

As he limped across the street to his massive black escalade, I had my co-worker check the theatre he had come from to clean up any garbage. He came back with an empty bag of twizzlers and told me it was the only thing on the floor.

Shocked and appalled that he couldn't throw it out himself, I looked over to the SUV he had just forced himself into (with mounds of butter). Surely enough, he had fallen asleep at the wheel.

Dude, that's priceless ...thanks for sharing the story......

[32green]

Originally Posted by Jonathan

I met this dude before. I was 20 and working at a movie theatre in Nassau County, right around the corner from where he lives. He was coming to see some animated flick with his children (or grandchildren?).

When I sold him his ticket, I didn't make a fuss. I've never watched his show or listened to his broadcast in my life. I really didn't care.

But then he turned from ******* on TV/radio to ******* ****face customer. His kids wanted to bypass the candy stand to go to the movie. But not fatty. He insisted they get candy.

He limped his fatness over to the candy stand. He made them study the candy display, asking, "you want dis? you want dis?" They repeatedly said, "No." Fatty got very frustrated. His kids clashing with his hunger.

Eventually, he tired out and submitted to his own volition: he ordered a bag of twizzlers.

When he got out of the movie, his kids darted for the exit door. What good customers they were. But fatty had an emergency. He limped right along by me to the bathroom we had downstairs. It was out of order, however, as another fatass customer in a scooter had flooded it about 10 minutes beforehand.

When he screamed at me asking why the door wouldn't open, I informed him of the previous fatass. I reminded him that there was another bathroom upstairs. He threw a rage and limped along by me again, but twice as fast. He limped to the exit. Tried to push it open, but it didn't budge. Wrong door, fatty. His kids opened the right door and let him out.

As he limped across the street to his massive black escalade, I had my co-worker check the theatre he had come from to clean up any garbage. He came back with an empty bag of twizzlers and told me it was the only thing on the floor.

Shocked and appalled that he couldn't throw it out himself, I looked over to the SUV he had just forced himself into (with mounds of butter). Surely enough, he had fallen asleep at the wheel.

[Shark99]

You mean Mike Fatsessa the Jet hater!!!!!!!!!????????

[Jetfan16]

Originally Posted by Jonathan

I met this dude before. I was 20 and working at a movie theatre in Nassau County, right around the corner from where he lives. He was coming to see some animated flick with his children (or grandchildren?).

When I sold him his ticket, I didn't make a fuss. I've never watched his show or listened to his broadcast in my life. I really didn't care.

But then he turned from ******* on TV/radio to ******* ****face customer. His kids wanted to bypass the candy stand to go to the movie. But not fatty. He insisted they get candy.

He limped his fatness over to the candy stand. He made them study the candy display, asking, "you want dis? you want dis?" They repeatedly said, "No." Fatty got very frustrated. His kids clashing with his hunger.

Eventually, he tired out and submitted to his own volition: he ordered a bag of twizzlers.

When he got out of the movie, his kids darted for the exit door. What good customers they were. But fatty had an emergency. He limped right along by me to the bathroom we had downstairs. It was out of order, however, as another fatass customer in a scooter had flooded it about 10 minutes beforehand.

When he screamed at me asking why the door wouldn't open, I informed him of the previous fatass. I reminded him that there was another bathroom upstairs. He threw a rage and limped along by me again, but twice as fast. He limped to the exit. Tried to push it open, but it didn't budge. Wrong door, fatty. His kids opened the right door and let him out.

As he limped across the street to his massive black escalade, I had my co-worker check the theatre he had come from to clean up any garbage. He came back with an empty bag of twizzlers and told me it was the only thing on the floor.

Shocked and appalled that he couldn't throw it out himself, I looked over to the SUV he had just forced himself into (with mounds of butter). Surely enough, he had fallen asleep at the wheel.

Good story except the last two parts. Somebody left an empty box of candy on the floor of a movie theater? Oh no, stop the presses!!!!!! And the part about him falling asleep at the wheel is just made up, right?

[southparkcpa]

Originally Posted by Jonathan

I met this dude before. I was 20 and working at a movie theatre in Nassau County, right around the corner from where he lives. He was coming to see some animated flick with his children (or grandchildren?).

When I sold him his ticket, I didn't make a fuss. I've never watched his show or listened to his broadcast in my life. I really didn't care.

But then he turned from ******* on TV/radio to ******* ****face customer. His kids wanted to bypass the candy stand to go to the movie. But not fatty. He insisted they get candy.

He limped his fatness over to the candy stand. He made them study the candy display, asking, "you want dis? you want dis?" They repeatedly said, "No." Fatty got very frustrated. His kids clashing with his hunger.

Eventually, he tired out and submitted to his own volition: he ordered a bag of twizzlers.

When he got out of the movie, his kids darted for the exit door. What good customers they were. But fatty had an emergency. He limped right along by me to the bathroom we had downstairs. It was out of order, however, as another fatass customer in a scooter had flooded it about 10 minutes beforehand.

When he screamed at me asking why the door wouldn't open, I informed him of the previous fatass. I reminded him that there was another bathroom upstairs. He threw a rage and limped along by me again, but twice as fast. He limped to the exit. Tried to push it open, but it didn't budge. Wrong door, fatty. His kids opened the right door and let him out.

As he limped across the street to his massive black escalade, I had my co-worker check the theatre he had come from to clean up any garbage. He came back with an empty bag of twizzlers and told me it was the only thing on the floor.

Shocked and appalled that he couldn't throw it out himself, I looked over to the SUV he had just forced himself into (with mounds of butter). Surely enough, he had fallen asleep at the wheel.

made my day.....

[32green]

Originally Posted by Jetfan16

Good story except the last two parts. Somebody left an empty box of candy on the floor of a movie theater? Oh no, stop the presses!!!!!! And the part about him falling asleep at the wheel is just made up, right?

Roll with it, skippy.

[movethechains]

Originally Posted by Jonathan

I met this dude before. I was 20 and working at a movie theatre in Nassau County, right around the corner from where he lives. He was coming to see some animated flick with his children (or grandchildren?).

When I sold him his ticket, I didn't make a fuss. I've never watched his show or listened to his broadcast in my life. I really didn't care.

But then he turned from ******* on TV/radio to ******* ****face customer. His kids wanted to bypass the candy stand to go to the movie. But not fatty. He insisted they get candy.

He limped his fatness over to the candy stand. He made them study the candy display, asking, "you want dis? you want dis?" They repeatedly said, "No." Fatty got very frustrated. His kids clashing with his hunger.

Eventually, he tired out and submitted to his own volition: he ordered a bag of twizzlers.

When he got out of the movie, his kids darted for the exit door. What good customers they were. But fatty had an emergency. He limped right along by me to the bathroom we had downstairs. It was out of order, however, as another fatass customer in a scooter had flooded it about 10 minutes beforehand.

When he screamed at me asking why the door wouldn't open, I informed him of the previous fatass. I reminded him that there was another bathroom upstairs. He threw a rage and limped along by me again, but twice as fast. He limped to the exit. Tried to push it open, but it didn't budge. Wrong door, fatty. His kids opened the right door and let him out.

As he limped across the street to his massive black escalade, I had my co-worker check the theatre he had come from to clean up any garbage. He came back with an empty bag of twizzlers and told me it was the only thing on the floor.

Shocked and appalled that he couldn't throw it out himself, I looked over to the SUV he had just forced himself into (with mounds of butter). Surely enough, he had fallen asleep at the wheel.

Gotta say, you sound like a bit of an ******* yourself.

[sg3]

Originally Posted by Jonathan

I met this dude before. I was 20 and working at a movie theatre in Nassau County, right around the corner from where he lives. He was coming to see some animated flick with his children (or grandchildren?).

When I sold him his ticket, I didn't make a fuss. I've never watched his show or listened to his broadcast in my life. I really didn't care.

But then he turned from ******* on TV/radio to ******* ****face customer. His kids wanted to bypass the candy stand to go to the movie. But not fatty. He insisted they get candy.

He limped his fatness over to the candy stand. He made them study the candy display, asking, "you want dis? you want dis?" They repeatedly said, "No." Fatty got very frustrated. His kids clashing with his hunger.

Eventually, he tired out and submitted to his own volition: he ordered a bag of twizzlers.

When he got out of the movie, his kids darted for the exit door. What good customers they were. But fatty had an emergency. He limped right along by me to the bathroom we had downstairs. It was out of order, however, as another fatass customer in a scooter had flooded it about 10 minutes beforehand.

When he screamed at me asking why the door wouldn't open, I informed him of the previous fatass. I reminded him that there was another bathroom upstairs. He threw a rage and limped along by me again, but twice as fast. He limped to the exit. Tried to push it open, but it didn't budge. Wrong door, fatty. His kids opened the right door and let him out.

As he limped across the street to his massive black escalade, I had my co-worker check the theatre he had come from to clean up any garbage. He came back with an empty bag of twizzlers and told me it was the only thing on the floor.

Shocked and appalled that he couldn't throw it out himself, I looked over to the SUV he had just forced himself into (with mounds of butter). Surely enough, he had fallen asleep at the wheel.

BRAVO!!!! What a fat arrogant PIG

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