Big Gibby in My Backyard

Big Gibby is like a father to me, we went fishing one time and he told me his life story, unfortunately all the epic things he’s done, his stories were too powerful and melted my brain, literally. But Dr. Big Gibby is a world renowned neurosurgeon and was able to fix it, unfortunately i lost all my memories but when i awoke he told me “it’s not about what happened in my past, but what will happen in our future” to this day gibby and i spend a week on a mens retreat. We go to the Pacific Northwest to do shirtless fly fishing, shirtless bareback horse riding (he helps me climb my small frail man body onto the horse) and he holds me close to his bare, firm chest) shirtless star gazing until we both fall asleep.

Big Gibby let me borrow his Lamborghini one time. Later that day my grandma was enjoying a date (fruit) and choked on it. Guess who showed up to give her the Heimlich? Yeah-Big Gibby. A year prior my wife was going into labor. We rushed her to the hospital. The doctors said neither would survive labor. Time was ticking. Guess who showed up, gloved up, and nutted up? You guessed it: Big Gibby. Big Gibs is the Toyota Corolla of humanity. Reliable, life giving, sexy, big boned, universal would be the words I’d use to describe ‘ole B.G. I owe Big Gibby my life. I can’t thank you enough Big Gibby. I love you.

big gibs has been there for me in some real tough times

I bought a Gibby, only a dollar fifty. I can' afford to feed him anymore.

Decent.