My descent into fatness.

Masters and I visited Harbor freight today. For only $2.49, I bought a 36" pick-up and reach tool. I bought other things, of course, but the Fat Stick (as it will hereby be known) was the prize of the bunch. And the inevitable future cause of my increase in girth.

With my Fat Stick, I don't have to sit up to grab beer, remote controls, telephones or magazines. The only time I have to get up at all now is if Masters (the evil bastard) hides my Fat Stick. Which he is doing for fun now.

Fat Stick, I thank you.