Just Shut The Fuck Up...
...and keep your comments about my physical stature to yourself.
Some dickweed that was recently promoted to sales manager made the comment today that I was 'skinny'. My reply, of course, was 'Really, I've never heard that before. And cancer will do that to you'. Now, this buffoon is about 6'3" and weighs about 350 and has had so many medical problems the past few months that I can't count them. Of course, he was out of the loop and didn't know I had cancer, so he shuffled his ass away and said he was fat.
I didn't say anything after that. I know that I have always been thin. But I like to call it sinewy. I ain't no skeleton. I just finished taking out 10 boxes of books to my truck to donate to the library before my move and they weighed about 50 lbs. a piece. No problem.
After his degrading comment I thought to myself how his weight will cost our health insurance premiums to go up far more than my being skinny and having a PSA of 0.1 with prostate cancer. Because he can't control himself. He's been through so many tests the past few months I can't begin to count them. One MD even told him he wouldn't treat him.
So, little one's, don't comment on the looks of others. It demeans you and makes you a slug. And I'm confident that one day it will come back to bite you on the ass. HARD. And not only that, it ain't right. But if you insist upon it, then my skinny ass will plant two lateral kicks to your knee and one straight away on your knee cap. Then we'll see what difference it makes who weighs what. You'll fall far quicker than I ever would. And don't think I haven't done it.
2 Comments:
You're back. I just checked on a whim after having found the place empty for weeks and weeks on end. Glad to see you again.
Good to see you back!
Yeah goes back to the glass houses thing.
I sometimes wonder where in evolution people lost that thing that censors their pie hole.
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