Do you guys have a hard time comprehending fupas? I don't really know how to explain this, really... My boss (who wears loose fitting polos that he pulls down tight until they form an isosceles triangle of jiggly) lifted his shirt today and I saw his fupa (to quote Ray LaMontagne: "Well, I looked my demons in the eyes / laid bare my chest / said 'Do your best, destroy me'"), and it was kind of a surreal experience...  I've been around plenty of people with "a belly," but I couldn't quite understand what it would feel to have your abdomen fold over itself into a fupa...  I can imagine a bump-belly, my sister's pregnant-and-about-to-pop belly doesn't confuse me, but a fupa boggles my mind.  I sort of looked down and saw how my chest goes straight down and I couldn't imagine it being so large it protruded, then folded over. Every movement must be hellish! Does whatever grease-bucket he has for dinner taste so good to him that he chooses to live with that fat-parasite hanging off of him to enjoy it?