Note the last line of C-dude's above post. He claims I got him into the fatties. This may be in and of itself true, but you need to know the rest of the story.
C-dude's true love is a gorgeous lady from Cali, Colombia. She is in every way lovely; I could *feel* her brilliant smile when she spoke to me. Unfortunately, some of her amigas are, well...to be charitable...overweight and unattractive.
I met C-Dude at the Key Largo, along with his favorita, ZeeBraWon and his companion of the evening. I was presented with a cross between Aunt Jemima and Richard Simmons, with coal-black skin and a deep, underlying psychosis. She proceeded to stalk me throughout my entire 2006 trip.

Excellent wingman that I try to be, I paid this creature sixty bucks for a TLN Had I not done so, there was a strong chance that C-dude's love would abandon him. It was important to C. that her friend got work. Etc. etc.
. All went well...really. Until she started singing me to sleep. The lyrics started "You are the coat that protects me from the rain, your love is my umbrella..." and eventually evolved into "Jesus is my Savior and he will throw your whoremongering ass into the pits of Hell." Or something to that effect.
Oh, I find the occasional fatty comforting, kind of like a sexual chicken fried steak with extra mashed potatoes. I'll admit to being with chub-bubblies on more than one occasion. In this case however, blame C-dude and his novia for setting me up with this Gordzilla.
Now that I've hijacked my own thread...we return you now to the topic, already in progress.