A Fat Margi
A woman with chin rolls so big, they could choke a donkey. She’s got a son who’s too fat to be proud and too dumb to know it.
She texted me: 'My son told me I’m a meatball. I told him I’m a meatball with a side of gravy.'
At the mall, she and her son both tried to fit in the same cart. It looked like a fat family emergency.
Her ex said she’s like a cake that’s been dropped on the floor. Still edible, still messy.