Hahaha, it's incredible how this guy's stomach can hold so much without exploding. I can only imagine him feeling a sharp pain in his belly button and regretting having forgotten his wallet.
Btw, I don't know if you ever heard of it, but in southern Brasil, Argentina and Uruguay, there's the gauchos. I grew up Rio Grande do Sul, southern Brasil, and the the clothing looks similar to the old western cowboys. The thing that have always excited me since I was a kid, was seeing all those men wearing those boots, and the whole outfit.
For both utilitarian reasons and probably also defense if needed, they often have knifes strapped to their belts. I remember as a kid hearing stories in my town about drunk gauchos getting into fights and stabbing each other in rodeos, bars, etc.
Whenever I see a fat-bellied gaúcho, thick stash or beard, I can't help but picture them being stabbed by me, giving out a manly grunt from the pain, and falling to the froor belly up. Then I would put my booted feet on top of the belly and stab him a few more times, his own booted feet would jolt and kick from the shock each time the blade went through.
I remember when I was about 15 and I got the whole outfit with the money from my first job. There was no one home, and the first thing I did after putting my boots and hat on, was pretending I got stabbed in my belly, slowly descending into the floor, grunting. I would also sometimes go into parks or other forested areas pretending I got shot or stabbed, and then crawl in the dirty floors cause was "injured".
What an amazing culture! The guachos sound like they'd fit in perfectly at the Range, I always toyed with the idea of opening up a brother location south of the border. Those knives the guachos carry might be great for close quarters (except if he's got a big target gut that's impossible to reliably guard), but one look at their sexy furry bellies and I'm sure no man would give the vaqueros a chance to flash steel before filling them up with hot lead -just to hear that satisfying heavy THUD and see them spread eagle and belly up, going from confident machismo to resigned "ughh I'm dead" as soon as steel or bullet pierces their guts. Men built from the ground up to be killed, take it well and display their bodies for the guys that bested them!!
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The best part is that blade ripping and tearing his belly button apart. I don't know how he can stand it.
ReplyDeleteI don't think he could, if his boner is any indication!
DeleteHopefully the owner learns from this for next time. He'll be able to stretch even more money out of these guys if he lets them pop instead.
ReplyDeleteIt's definitely a better business model if you can get the right guys for it!
DeleteI would volunteer for this, so long as the beer goes down my throat not up my ass!
ReplyDeleteThat could be arranged, it would be fun for those donating too, with you unable to protest your fate!
DeleteHahaha, it's incredible how this guy's stomach can hold so much without exploding. I can only imagine him feeling a sharp pain in his belly button and regretting having forgotten his wallet.
ReplyDeleteIt's nice because now there are so many uses for his belly since it's not exploded... a card table, a head rest, a dart board
DeleteThat's why I always have my boots on. This could be me one day, and it would be a shame to not be wearing my boots during this special occasion
ReplyDeleteBtw, I don't know if you ever heard of it, but in southern Brasil, Argentina and Uruguay, there's the gauchos. I grew up Rio Grande do Sul, southern Brasil, and the the clothing looks similar to the old western cowboys. The thing that have always excited me since I was a kid, was seeing all those men wearing those boots, and the whole outfit.
DeleteFor both utilitarian reasons and probably also defense if needed, they often have knifes strapped to their belts. I remember as a kid hearing stories in my town about drunk gauchos getting into fights and stabbing each other in rodeos, bars, etc.
Whenever I see a fat-bellied gaúcho, thick stash or beard, I can't help but picture them being stabbed by me, giving out a manly grunt from the pain, and falling to the froor belly up. Then I would put my booted feet on top of the belly and stab him a few more times, his own booted feet would jolt and kick from the shock each time the blade went through.
I remember when I was about 15 and I got the whole outfit with the money from my first job. There was no one home, and the first thing I did after putting my boots and hat on, was pretending I got stabbed in my belly, slowly descending into the floor, grunting. I would also sometimes go into parks or other forested areas pretending I got shot or stabbed, and then crawl in the dirty floors cause was "injured".
What an amazing culture! The guachos sound like they'd fit in perfectly at the Range, I always toyed with the idea of opening up a brother location south of the border. Those knives the guachos carry might be great for close quarters (except if he's got a big target gut that's impossible to reliably guard), but one look at their sexy furry bellies and I'm sure no man would give the vaqueros a chance to flash steel before filling them up with hot lead -just to hear that satisfying heavy THUD and see them spread eagle and belly up, going from confident machismo to resigned "ughh I'm dead" as soon as steel or bullet pierces their guts. Men built from the ground up to be killed, take it well and display their bodies for the guys that bested them!!
Deletethat gut is a solid tank, great for brewing beer in there. I sure hope the bar put a tap on his navel, those drinks gonna be selling like hot cake!!!
ReplyDeleteThat is a good idea, hmm, I should add that as another panel of the comic when I have time! Special Brew straight from the Range
DeleteHow about we make him a 'body keg'? A faucet goes right in the belly button, so you can just turn the tap and pour yourself a beer.
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