I am the original Fat Bastard. I’m world renowned for my humor, wit, drinking ability, storytelling, eating, among other things. There’s even a wine named after me. So, I’m here now to share my stories, experiences, and favorites foods and beverages from across the globe.

The nickname came about years ago, sitting around a campfire in the frigid air. My admirers and devotees gathered round me as we huddled around the fire. We were thirsty, so we drank. We were hungry, so we ate. We got full, and we got drunk.

In our inebriation, I became bloated and miserable, but never once did I cease the downpour of alcohol down my gullet. Nay, I continued drinking as a toast to the warmth of the fire and of friendship!

My companion Axton spoketh. “Sir, dost thou thinkneth ye shall cease yer consumption?”

“Nay!” I bellowed. “I shan’t. This is my libation for my great fortunes.”

“But sir,” Graham interrupted, “yer not dismissing any of thy brew.”

“Nay! It is being poured down my gullet rather than the ground as to not be a waste!”

“But, sir, mustn’t it be relinquished to the dirt to be a libation?”

“Nay, Sir Axton, for I am a fat bastard and must consume all alcohol presented before me.”

“Here, here!” my followers said in unison. “We toast to The Fat Bastard!”

“Dilly dilly!” I spoketh.

Thus the origin story is told.