One thing's for sure; I'm still the fluffy guy.

And I say "fluffy" 'cause that is the politically correct term.

For those of you that don't remember, I used to say that there were five levels of fatness.

Reason why I say used to say is because now there are six.

I met the new one in Las Cruces.

The original five levels are big, healthy, husky, fluffy and damn.

People ask, "What could be bigger than damn?"

The new level's called, "Oh, hell, no."

What's the difference?

You're still willing to work with level five.

Example: If you're on an elevator and you're with your friend, and this really big guy gets on, and you and your friend look at each other, and you're like, "Damn."

But you still let the big guy ride your elevator. That's the difference.

Level six, you see walking towards your elevator, "Oh, hell, no."

"No!"

"No! No!"

That's the difference.

The guy that I met was 6"8', 614 pounds.

Uh-huh, "Oh, hell, no."

And he was offended at my show, not by anything that I said, but because of the fact that now at the shows, I started selling T-shirts,

and, apparently, I didn't have his size.

Keep in mind, I go all the way up to 5X on the T-shirts, and he was like, "You don't have my size."

I was like, "Dude, I didn't know they made you.

I have up to five X, I don't have [grows] X."

With a picture of a dinsour on the back of the tag, you know?