Our Faces Split the Coast in Half
Me: "Did you know Gap carries a size 20 in their outlet stores?"
Riley: "A size 20 what?"
Me: "Jeans."
R: "Wow. You should have taken them to the clerk and demanded the next size up! Size parachute."
Me: "Hell no. There was a gaggle of big girls in that store."
R: "Gaggle? It's only a gaggle if it's geese."
Me: "Oh."
R: "If it's fat girls, it's a google."
Me: "Haha. You're mean. You've obviously never been fat."
R: "Worse, I looked like a ten year old boy until I was sixteen. I worried that the only person who would take me to prom was going to be Michael Jackson."
Me: "Is that worse than a size 20, though?"
R: "It is when you go to Walmart to ask for a training bra and the clerk looks at you and says, 'Training for what? The races certainly aren't starting.'"
Me: "Ouch."
R: "Yeah, instead of a bra, she recommended me calamine lotion."
Riley: "A size 20 what?"
Me: "Jeans."
R: "Wow. You should have taken them to the clerk and demanded the next size up! Size parachute."
Me: "Hell no. There was a gaggle of big girls in that store."
R: "Gaggle? It's only a gaggle if it's geese."
Me: "Oh."
R: "If it's fat girls, it's a google."
Me: "Haha. You're mean. You've obviously never been fat."
R: "Worse, I looked like a ten year old boy until I was sixteen. I worried that the only person who would take me to prom was going to be Michael Jackson."
Me: "Is that worse than a size 20, though?"
R: "It is when you go to Walmart to ask for a training bra and the clerk looks at you and says, 'Training for what? The races certainly aren't starting.'"
Me: "Ouch."
R: "Yeah, instead of a bra, she recommended me calamine lotion."