jack stott
A guy so fat and smelly, he could ruin a party. He’s from the North East and probably smells like a wet sock that’s been in a garbage bin for a year.
My dad said my uncle is a jack stott. I saw him and I believe him. I ran out of the room.
My teacher said my classmate is a jack stott. I believe her because I can’t focus on math anymore.
I asked my friend why he left the house. He said, 'There’s a jack stott in there.'