Fucking fat. Think Moby Dick. His wife has to get on top and use a kayak paddle if she wants sex. His arse is so flabby that even Gary Scarff wouldn't touch it.
It's to entertain the punters, Gary. That's all. I have the highest respect for you as one of the long-term critics. You've even stopped flip-flopping in recent years which is a big plus.
I wouldn't bother if it can't help the founder. Drinking loads of glasses of water can help. You will find you can skip lunch that way and still have energy and be alert. It works for me. And as for Moby Dick, then why do people pay him God knows how much to audit the L's on them when it is clear that their auditor has an unwanted condition that doesn't go away? If the L's can't help him then how can these Scientologists be so stupid to go to him for L's processing? (did you spot the contradiction in that last question, folks?)
^^^ Why don't they go to Ralph's place to do the L's? The scenery will be better in Austria and if they are still fat bastards at the end of it then Ralph will chase them up and down the mountains with his samurai sword until they reach a proper E/P.
