The Joys Of Being “The Skinny Guy”

I couldn’t tell you how many times I’ve heard, “Get Phil, he’s skinny” in the last forty years but it usually involves shit like this.

I still get stuffed into tight spots because I’m the only one that will fit.

Sometimes it sucks mightily.

8 thoughts on “The Joys Of Being “The Skinny Guy”

  1. “ I still get stuffed into tight spots because I’m the only one that will fit.”

    What if you identified as a morbidly obese person? What would HR do then?

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  2. In the summer of 1972 I was in training at a navy submarine prototype in Idaho Falls. Cleaning in the navy is called field day, and one field day I was selected to clean the bilges under the turbine generators because I was the smallest. Spent 8 hours under those fuckers. Got an attaboy. Fuck em.

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  3. When drawing water treatment stuff we had two sizes of access ports. “Man Way” and “Hungry Man Way”. I think it’s obvious which was the larger port.

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