Background: My dad is a real big real Hawaiian guy.
The other night he took me out for Hawaiian. As I looked around the place and its Hawaiian patrons, I hoped to never fulfill my genetic predisposition to become a big, big girl. When he offered me a diet Coke I said, "No way! I read that stuff gives you cellulite. Pass."
He replied, "Well, just get a regular Coke."
Ten thousand cool points to my dad for having absolutely zero conception of the words "diet" or "moderation".
Tuesday, June 3, 2008
Little in the middle with a big fucking ass
Posted by Salty at 10:57 AM
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