re: #97 Fat Bastard Vegetarian

Oh, I wouldn’t do it today.

There were three of us. We had it worked out where every third night, one of us would get the middle.

My dad would yell at us when we’d leave the door open. You could see your breath. I shit you not.

Not to get personal…but would the three of you fit on a bed today? (Assuming you could talk your brothers into trying.)