My brother Walter, aka Fat Wally is in a tussle with the University of Virginia and its radical Left President, Jim “Lyin” Ryan. Fat Wally really isn’t fat, but just as truth should never get in the way of a good story, neither should it get in the way of a good nickname. Real men have nicknames for all their friends.
Before I get to the meat of FW’s beef, it is my duty as his brother to diss on him, because that’s what good brothers do. When FW was a student in Charlottesville, he had one remarkable trait that I have never seen anyone replicate. He could pass out standing up. His mouth would be wide open, he would be snoring, he would sway back and forth, but he would always stay upright. A popular fraternity game was to try and toss pieces of ice into his mouth from 25 feet away. The winner won the brown bag of libations FW was still clutching in his slumberous swaying stupor.
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