Token

Kevin works for the neatest company ever. They had a crawfish boil this weekend, complete with 500 pounds of crawfish, a bottomless margarita machine, beer like I've never seen before, and karaoke. Have I mentioned how much I love karaoke?
At one point, all the girls were dancing, and the token fat drunk guy, who also happens to be in charge of SAFETY over the plant, decides that he wants to join us on the dance floor. But he doesn't want to make just any entrance. He wants to make the token fat drunk guy entrance. So he positions a chair next to us, and takes a running start. Bad idea, fat man. The chair, in movie-like fashion, gives way to the guy's body weight, and the guy literally busts his head on the ground even before the rest of his body hits the floor. Once we all figured out he was ok, the laughing and pointing commenced. And it didn't stop for quite some time. Good times.