I was at the Gold Coast recently and over buffet breakfast with the travel buddy, I saw the saddest man.
Not sad like ‘what a Leeewwwssseeerrr!!!!’ but I mean sad, like he was sad in his heart. He was overweight, wore dull colours and had a bulbous-ey droopy sort of face.
And he had a hell bitch wife.
I believe their breakfast conversation went something like this
Sad Man: I don’t want to go walking today
HBW: Well I quit smoking for you!
Then she went to get more toast and bacon and he just sat there with his sad face.
I mean, this woman is not Heidi Klum or anything, shes like…well, imagine the most horrible high school teacher you ever had and then add fat onto it (if your high school teacher was already fat, then you know what I’m talking about).
I have no idea, nor do I want to know, what happened the night before, but she was just sooo mean to him. When they were leaving to go for the walk he didn’t want to go on, she made him return to the table for her forgotten purse while she stood with their pimply son who sat at the other end of the dining room from them.
I sort of have a sick fantasy to become one of these. Interested boys?? *wink wink*
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