When you mock someone you are treating them with ridicule or contempt. You see.. I just laugh at them. I am ridiculing them yes, but I hold no contempt for them. In order for me to feel contempt for him, I would have to think that he is inferior to me. I don't think he is inferior.. he's special in his very own way. People mention I'm pretty damned tall for an asian guy (6 feet tall on the dot.. I don't know what the big deal is) but people don't mark that for being superior or inferior. No. I'm just tall. You get it? He's just fat. That's all. I don't think less of him, if I did I wouldn't be making a website about how GREAT he is.

Anyway, so a couple years ago I go into this chinese record store.. and I'm all looking around seeing what there is to buy. Jpop.. Cpop.. popsicles.. sickles.. sickle cell anemia.. blacks.. fried chicken.. whatever is available. So then I manuever myself to the back of the store (I mentioned before I am tall) and all the fucking banners and made for short little midgety chinese people, so then as I'm smashing my head into all the posters and anime wallscroll craps thats hanging off of every light fixture I notice it. My heart was beating fast, my mouth was agape, my fly was open. But there he was, the most chunkiest man alive. I tried to hold back my smile, but I simply could not. When in the presence of so much beef I could not do anything but smile.

This oversized, roly-poly, rotund, stout, tubby, stubby fingered ball of a man was just sitting there on a seat woefully over its threshold limit. With this mans roundness melting over the sides of his little stool, I knew my life would never be the same again.

This was a discovery I had to share with my friends. I quickly brought any friends I had to see this man. It was like a trip to see the Dahli Lama. It was a spiritual journey for both the mind and the eyes. This man was a shrine in itself. I could almost imagine the crumbs and cookies on his shirt now. I can almost imagine when he's at home, he often gets bits of food stuck between the lines (if you get my drift.) What feast awaits him when he finally decides to lift up a roll and peer beneath his fleshy crevices for a little soul searching? Cookies. Cakes. Chocolates. Toblarones. Sandwiches. They all await him.

This man changed my life so much that some days I would walk into the store just to look at him, to make sure he was all right. To make sure he was still healthy. I wanted to make sure he was still alive. I think I would be devasted if he were to die. I may never go into the store again. That is why this site was created. I realized, this man needs to touch everyone. This man must touch the lives of everyone on the internet the way he touched mine. I'm not even sure if he is capable of walking, maybe he is melded to the chair. Maybe he has to be rolled out of the store, and to go home he rolls down the sidewalk. He is the most round person I have ever seen, it's entirely possible.

To make a long story short. The ultimate goal of the ChunkZONE is to give this man exposure. My first goal is to have him get calls at work to remind him, he is the best. I want him to get visits from people all around the world wanting to shake his hand. I want him to know, that he is the best chunk ever. I eventually want to get donations to be able to feed the Chunk anything he wants. Big Macs, little babies, I don't know, but what I do know is that every zone of his body is chunky.

He is.. afterall... the ChunkZONE.. and I want to keep it that way.

Please make a donation to my Paypal! Mark it with a note saying "For the ChunkZONE" or something so I can easily keep track of it. Using this money I will buy him stuff you can choose! I'll make polls for options if money becomes available! Thanks!