The Born Loser by Art and Chip Sansom for November 16, 2022

Unlike you two anemic waifs

Stocky. Portly. Even chunky. Sounds nicer than fat.

We are differently thin.

Hmmm .. neither of those two is thin

Those two should talk – NOT!!!

:-O

I thought he was part of a dog team!

I personally like “burly” as a description.

Well, pot, meet kettle…

brutus is robust. in a husky, fat sort of way…

A rose by any other name…

If it will make him feel better, if you lived in Canada, we Canadians think a Husky is an arctic sled dog, and very much liked.

I know I’m overweight but for the doctor to call me obese when he outweighs me by about hundred pounds.

Chubby used to be a clothing category for kids

Chubby used to be a clothing category for kids

Just say he is an all aRound good guy.

Isn’t the PC term ‘curvy’ now

your secrets safe with me. ;)

I sort of resemble Brutus. A bit pot-bellied, though I’m fully bald.

Your butt is wide, well mine is tooJust watch your mouth or I’ll sit on youThe word is out, better treat me right‘Cause I’m the king of celluliteHam on, ham on, ham on whole wheat, all right

My zippers bust, my buckles breakI’m too much man for you to takeThe pavement cracks when I fall downI’ve got more chins than Chinatown

Well, I’ve never used a phone boothAnd I’ve never seen my toesWhen I’m goin’ to the moviesI take up seven rows

Because I’m fat, I’m fat, sha mone(Fat, fat, really really fat)You know I’m fat, I’m fat, you know it(Fat, fat, really really fat)You know I’m fat, I’m fat, come on you know(Fat, fat, really really fat)Don’t you call me pudgy, portly or stoutJust now tell me once again who’s fat

When I walk out to get my mailIt measures on the Richter scaleDown at the beach I’m a lucky manI’m the only one who gets a tanIf I have one more pie a la modeI’m gonna need my own zip code

When you’re only having secondsI’m a’ having twenty-thirdsWhen I go to get my shoes shinedI gotta take their word

Because I’m fat, I’m fat, sha mone(Fat, fat, really really fat)You know I’m fat, I’m fat, you know it(Fat, fat, really really fat)You know I’m fat, I’m fat, you know it you know(Fat, fat, really really fat)And my shadow weighs a’ forty-two poundsLemme tell you once again who’s fat

If you see me comin’ your wayBetter give me plenty spaceIf I tell you that I’m hungryThen won’t you feed my face

Because I’m fat, I’m fat, sha mone(Fat, fat, really really fat)You know I’m fat, I’m fat, you know it(Fat, fat, really really fat)You know I’m fat, I’m fat, you know it, you know(Fat, fat, really really fat.)When I sit around the houseI really sit around the house

You know I’m fat, I’m fat, sha mone(Fat, fat, really really fat)You know I’m fat, I’m fat, you know it, you know it(Fat, fat, really really fat)You know, you know, you know, come on(Fat, fat, really really fat)And you know all by myself I’m a crowdLemme tell yo

*tis Not his bulk it is his height about 8 inches too short for his weight?

As Gabriel (Fluffy) Iglesias observed: “I used to say that there were Five Levels of Fatness. Reason why I say, ‘Used to say’ is because now there are six! Uh-huh, I met the new one in Las Cruces. The original five levels are Big, Healthy, Husky, Fluffy, and D@MN! People ask, “What could be bigger than D@MN!”

The new level’s called “OH HELL NO!” What’s the difference? You’re still willing to work with level five. Example, if you’re on an elevator and you’re with your friend and this really big guy gets on and you and your friend look at each other and you’re like, “DAAAMN!” But you still let the big guy ride your elevator. That’s the difference.

Level six, you see walking towards your elevator, [Deep growling noise] [Pretends to be a shocked passenger and starts pushing the “close door” button.] “OH HELL NO!” [Growl] “NO!!” [Growl] “NO!!”[Pretends to kick the fat man out] That’s the difference. The guy that I met was six foot eight, six hundred and fourteen pounds. Uh-huh, OH HELL NO!!

And he was offended at my show. Not by anything that I said, but because of the fact that now at the shows I started selling T-shirts and apparently, I didn’t have his size. Keep in mind, I go all the way up to 5X on the T-shirts and he was like, [Deep growling voice] “You don’t have my size.” I was like, “Dude, I didn’t know they MADE you! I have up to 5X, I don’t have [Growl] X!””

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5DzZhIs9bj8

I have become accustomed to Brutus’ Rubenesque figure.

Then you must be a Siberian Husky… ☺

“Big boned.”

Well, neither of these fairly chunky ladies has much room to make judgments about Brutus’ countenance.

And you Gladys are big boned, right.

Hmm… I haven’t heard husky (in this sense) since I had to get husky jeans as a kid.

Gladys should have said, “Young lady we do not tolerated body shaming in this household.” She should also tell Mother Gargle that.

Kind of a Spongy muscular…. ish.

Try “girthsome”. And tell HH to mind her own biz

He’s fluffy. So are they.

He’s middle aged big. Also, the wife is carrying a few extra pounds herself. Actually, No one should be throwing rocks or grinning right now….

I have heard people of a certain weight—and I admit to being one of them—referred to as being “generous.” My favorite way of describing them is to say that their metabolism is slower than it used to be.

I love big voluptuous women