I overheard a fellow patron at the neighborhood laundromat saying to the proprietor:
If there were five 400 pound women that’d be all right with me.
I have no idea what he meant. I don’t want to know. I love a good non-sequitur.
Overheard at the Laundromat
Published inNeighbors
Ha! I love that. He’s a multiple chubby-chaser. Maybe he would like to date me and a dozen of my friends.