Corkscrew

Once, in a bar, I saw an obese man become so enraged at another man that he tried to walk over a table in an attempt to get at him.

He managed to stand on the table just fine, but when he jumped off, his legs weren't strong enough to support his saddlebags, and he sunk into the floor like the hopes and dreams of all the local Long Island losers surrounding him.

Then he was stomped, and nobody cared, because an obese man walking over a table in a Long Island bar is so far gone that he's never coming back, if ever he was even there at all.

Do you ever feel like that man?