"Oh, that phlegmatic bunch of blubber!"
"Obese, that's not even the word for her, what is it now? ("Morbidly obese?")
Yes, morbidly obese! That'd probably be a good thing for her, actually, if she just died!"
- My father, on my sister's cat Ellie
Saturday, August 8, 2009
Saturday morning phone call
After small talk and updates and respective plans for the weekend:
"Oh, that phlegmatic bunch of blubber!"
"Obese, that's not even the word for her, what is it now? ("Morbidly obese?")
Yes, morbidly obese! That'd probably be a good thing for her, actually, if she just died!"
- My father, on my sister's cat Ellie
"Oh, that phlegmatic bunch of blubber!"
"Obese, that's not even the word for her, what is it now? ("Morbidly obese?")
Yes, morbidly obese! That'd probably be a good thing for her, actually, if she just died!"
- My father, on my sister's cat Ellie
