Solving world hunger, one moob at a time.
Listening to the radio the other day, someone called into the station with an amazing story. This person claimed that he was a man that could lactate.
A man, that could lactate. As in, milk comes out of this mans man boobs.
Apparently this is a rare condition affecting only a few men out of hundreds of thousands. My first thought, I’m glad it’s not me. My second, eww gross.
Then I had another thought. A much less self serving thought.
This is how we solve world hunger.
Here’s the plan. We find all the men that lactate. We then further separate the morbidly obese men (these shouldn’t be hard to find, it’s North America after all). We send some of these morbidly obese men overseas to feed all the hungry, where the enormous morbidly obese fat stores will keep the milk flowing for weeks and the people fed.
When the morbidly obese people are slim, we rotate them out and back to America to gorge on cheap all you can eat buffets, and once they’re morbidly obese again, we rotate them back to the third world to feed all the people again.
You may ask, why can’t we send women? I’ll tell you. Because men cant’ get pregnant.
And world hunger is solved, and you are welcome.
I likey the booooooobies!...
When can I expect my all-expense paid plane ticket to a third world country? I think I fit the criteria, except for the lactating part.
I can’t stop thinking of the scene from Family Guy where Peter gets confused about his sexuality (or I should say, he thinks himself a woman) and tries to breastfeed Stewie. Stewie is NOT pleased.