My Friend Judy

Since I have imposed a self-induced poker hiatus, and since I need to pack like a mother trucker, I will write about something else.

I have a friend name Big Judy. I know that you are think, "Dam, he's pretty mean to call a girl Big Judy. That is just not polite." Well, you are right, but you are also wrong. Big Judy is a man. How could a man come to be called Big Judy? I will tell you.

When we were just wee laddies in college, there was a girl named Judy that had the hots for Big Judy (called Sweet Georgia Peach then). It just so happened that my girlfriend at the time was best friends with Judy. How convenient.

This could become a great love story, but here's the kicker. Judy was pale. So pale, in fact, that she was about as tan as a white sheet of paper. She was also pretty dang close to anorexic skinny. Am I painting a sexy picture yet? She also was a vegan, which I think had a lot to do with the above ailments.

That year I threw a Super Bowl party, and about 15 people were there, including Big Judy and Judy. By the end of the night, just the 4 of us were remaining. With heavy doses of "courage in a shot", my girlfriend and I convinced Big Judy that it would be a good idea for him and Judy to, ah, you know, hook up. We left the two love birds alone on my couch.

About an hour or so after we left them alone, I had to get some water, and I walked into the livingroom, and did I see a beautiful/sickening sight. Big Judy was asleep on his back and he had Judy wrapped in his arms. I, being the good friend that I am, had to shoot a picture to save this moment for all time.

Let me make this clear that all that happened between them was innocent kissing. That's it.

For about a year or so, the only people that knew about that incident was the 4 of us. That is until one day, Cameltoes figured out what had happened. That's when the nickname of Big Judy was given.

And that's how a bill becomes a law.

Keep on keepin' on.

p.s. Hope you like this post Triple D. :)