K. James breaks our Blart
Kevin James and I have at least three things in common. First, we both graduated from Ward Melville High School in East Setauket, N.Y., repping Strong Island more than your average guido with a greasy fade and Timberlands. Second, we both are incapable of growing full beards. His lacks in the cheek department; mine in the moustache department. And third, we both have experience being fat. Whereas he has been consistently fat since high school, personal preference for Jenny Craig over Betty Crocker gave me the ability to get that wiggle without the jiggle. I always avoided the topic of...
